Here's to the closing door
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Here's to just one more
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Here's to all the damned
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Here's to the bloodshed
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Cant leave it alone, wont let me forget
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Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch
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Fed like a pig, off the shit in the dish
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Shrouded in burlap left for dead in the ditch
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So callous so cold, colors expose
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The death of love as we know it
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The death or trust in us let go
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[Chorus:]
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It's getting closer all the time.
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I'm slipping farther all the time.
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I'm getting stronger all the time. I'm feeling so weak inside.
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I'm feeling better all the time. I'm slipping farther all the time.
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It's getting harder all the time, feels like I'm losing my mind.
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Tied to the tracks and cursing the name.
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Whiteout the thought, stare blank in the rain.
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Lethal and used, cast out and worthless.
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Befriending the foes, deception commence.
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So callous so cold, colors exposed.
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The death of life as we know it.
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The death of mirth in us let go
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[Chorus]
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Little pigs little pigs let me come in, not by the hair on your chinny chin chin chin
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Then I'll beat and I'll pound and I'll bash your fuckin brains in
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Here's to the splintered door
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Here's to you no more
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[Chorus 2x]
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Closer
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Mudvayne |