It's 5 o'clock and staring through a figure on a razor blade,
  it's time to stop when the clock has you tripping through the everglades
  
  when the memory chain seems to familiar
  and the comfort you crave can slowly kill you
  seems so familiar
  
  it's 3 o'clock and i'm standing with a figure on the soul chicane
  it brings me back every second till the ticket takes me to the train
  
  when the memory chin seems to familiar
  and the comfort you crave can slowly kill you
  when the memory chin seems to familiar
  have you ever lost your way closed your mind then turned away
  you know the comfort that you crave seems so familiar
  
  it's 9 o'clock an i'm leaving here forever on an airplane
  it brings me back every second to the minute let the thought remain
  
  when the memory chin seems to familiar
  and the comfort you crave can slowly kill you
  when the memory chin seems to familiar
  have you ever lost your way closed your mind then turned away
  you know the comfort that we crave seems so familiar
  
  we're all apologies let tainted losers breath a second sooner
  a second sooner, a second sooner
  
  when the memory chin seems to familiar
  have you ever lost your way closed your mind then turned away
  you know the comfort that you crave seems so familiar
  so familier, too familier, so familier, too familier