Closing the Spaces
One by one falling in
Next decision wouldn't matter
No it wouldn't matter
Growing smaller wouldn't matter
Closing the spaces in between my walls
Closing the spaces in between my walls
So I reconsider owing you
Penniless a bum with no reasons
And to believe in only wrongs
What is just a few odd cents between friends?
My word is trust on that I gave my right hand
Must have missed the sign on the doorway
Now there's no way I come out alive
So I reconsider owing you
Closing the spaces in between my walls
Closing the spaces in between my walls
(A sharpening of blades a guillotine of sin
Ready for the feast ready for the feast)
Closing the spaces in between my walls
(A sharpening of blades a guillotine of sin
Ready for the feast ready for the feast)
Closing the spaces in between my walls
So I reconsider owing you
Writer/s: Dante Maticus
