Closer - Explicit Album Version
Here's to the closing door
Here's to just one more
Here's to all the damned
Here's to the bloodshed
Can't leave it alone, won't let me forget
Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch
Fed like a pig, off the shit in the dish
Shrouded in burlap, left for dead in the ditch
So callous, so cold, colors expose
The death of love as we know it
The death or trust in us let go
It's getting closer all the time
I'm slipping farther all the time
I'm getting stronger all the time, I'm feeling so weak inside
I'm feeling better all the time, I'm slipping farther all the time
It's getting harder all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind
Tied to the tracks and cursing the name
Whiteout the thought, stare blank in the rain
Lethal and used, cast out and worthless
Befriending the foes, deception commence
So callous, so cold, colors exposed
The death of life as we know it
The death of mirth in us let go
It's getting closer all the time
I'm slipping farther all the time
I'm getting stronger all the time, I'm feeling so weak inside
I'm feeling better all the time, I'm slipping farther all the time
It's getting harder all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind
Little pigs (little pigs) let me come in, not by the hair on your chinny, chin-chin-chin
Then I'll beat (and I'll pound) and I'll bash your fuckin' brains in
Here's to the splintered door, here's to you no more
It's getting closer all the time
I'm slipping farther all the time
I'm getting stronger all the time, I'm feeling so weak inside
I'm feeling better all the time, I'm slipping farther all the time
It's getting harder all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind
It's getting closer all the time
I'm slipping farther all the time
I'm getting stronger all the time, I'm feeling so weak inside
I'm feeling better all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind
Here's to just one more
Here's to all the damned
Here's to the bloodshed
Can't leave it alone, won't let me forget
Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch
Fed like a pig, off the shit in the dish
Shrouded in burlap, left for dead in the ditch
So callous, so cold, colors expose
The death of love as we know it
The death or trust in us let go
It's getting closer all the time
I'm slipping farther all the time
I'm getting stronger all the time, I'm feeling so weak inside
I'm feeling better all the time, I'm slipping farther all the time
It's getting harder all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind
Tied to the tracks and cursing the name
Whiteout the thought, stare blank in the rain
Lethal and used, cast out and worthless
Befriending the foes, deception commence
So callous, so cold, colors exposed
The death of life as we know it
The death of mirth in us let go
It's getting closer all the time
I'm slipping farther all the time
I'm getting stronger all the time, I'm feeling so weak inside
I'm feeling better all the time, I'm slipping farther all the time
It's getting harder all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind
Little pigs (little pigs) let me come in, not by the hair on your chinny, chin-chin-chin
Then I'll beat (and I'll pound) and I'll bash your fuckin' brains in
Here's to the splintered door, here's to you no more
It's getting closer all the time
I'm slipping farther all the time
I'm getting stronger all the time, I'm feeling so weak inside
I'm feeling better all the time, I'm slipping farther all the time
It's getting harder all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind
It's getting closer all the time
I'm slipping farther all the time
I'm getting stronger all the time, I'm feeling so weak inside
I'm feeling better all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Greg Tribbett, Chad L. Gray, Matthew James Mcdonough, Ryan Daniel Martinie
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