"5 To 9" lyrics

"5 To 9"

This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran
It fits me better than a smile on a dead man
Watch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional rock

I've strangled necks of ages
With the fabric of new words
The bar withstood the raising
Which taste makers allowed
One fire to block the exit
Two palms to block the sound
As each bulb smashed from the ceiling
At the lighthouse

And with the weight of a monolith perched on a guiltless chest
Once a witness you can't shake the thought of 15 year old dick
Ornaments on kabuki faced jocks hair sprayed up the ass
Wide open inviting the next pop rock star asshole

Well I won't be failed anymore
And I won't play fair anymore
All eyes are on the lighthouse, collapsing

I've strangled necks of ages
With the fabric of new words
The fires were amazing
Why would you put those out?
And what the gun was not erasing
These bare hands snuffed right out
When each bulb smashed from the ceiling
At the lighthouse

You won't be failed anymore


Writer(s): Nuno Pereira, Brian Robinson, Trevor Reilly, Nicholas Angelini, Christopher Levesque
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