Closing Doors.
all the smart people go too hell,
'cause that's just where they'd rather be.
fluroescent lights and wishing wells.
The door closes,
for on last time.
We'll make it last,
we'll make this rhyme.
All we wanted,
a safe retreat.
Infested bodies,
feel the heat.
Spitting out your allibies,
drug induced, web of lies.
Crumbled love notes
hit the floor.
For the last time,
we'll close the door.