| Five O Six A.M. Three/Fifteen |
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| What are you swinging for? |
| Swing for the fences or sit down |
| Break the fence and then another |
| Bloody face, look away |
| Crying in an empty room |
| With nowhere to run |
| Stand on your platform |
| Today is your day, yeah |
| Touch the dying feeling |
| And the flame will burn you |
| Touch the dying feeling |
| And the flame will burn you |
| Dead, dead, dead, dead |
| You said it yourself |
| But you don’t know what I’ve done |
| And you can’t see this dream |
| That just won’t leave me alone |
| My mind is fixed on this |
| My mind is fixed on this |
| My mind is fixed on this |
| The tracks desolate |
| With something to shock |
| I think I’m in shock |
| I think I’m in shock |
| Someone knows my sin |
| Now bury that thought |
| Someone knows my sin |
| Now bury that thought |
| Sick and sadistic |
| Moonstruck red |
| Moonstruck red |
| The blood drips |
| Sick and sadistic |
| Moonstruck red |
| The blood drips |
| The blood drips |
| The blood drips |
| The blood drips |
| And the blood falls from the sky |
| Ending my life there |
| Clouds, uncover, scared |
| Someone knows my sin |
| They witness, it’s over |
| Someone knows my sin |
| They witness, it’s over |
