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Closet Mix
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Here it comes again, like it did back then
It’s just one more condescending smile
It’s just one more stacking of the tiles
Where the victims lie, under endless skies
It’s just one more shining promenade
It’s just one more floating masquerade
I’ve got thoughts and I’ve got reasons
I could list them all 
I could chant the undertaker’s call
All those doubts and all those questions
They’re bound to take their toll
Stumbling through the dark night of the soul
Diving down another rabbit-hole