[Verse 1] I'm cleaning out The Closet I hope you won't mind I'm tired of biting back every thought I find They tell me "just be honest" then punish what I say So everybody's truthful till truth gets in the way I learned to wear a mask just to make it through the day To smile at all the nonsense and politely look away The people preach acceptance from their fragile little throne Then crucify opinions that don't echo back their own I'm tired of the handshakes and the compliments on loan The scripted conversations where nobody is known They gossip in the shadows then preach about what's right And call themselves enlightened while they sharpen every knife They say that words are violence but rumors are just fine They cancel someone's future while defending every crime They want a world of freedom with conditions on the gate Where every thought is welcome if it thinks and speaks the same I'm done with walking tightropes through a maze of shifting rules Where hypocrites play teachers and the honest play the fools I'm done with all the filters and the lies we're told to wear Pretending every emperor is clothed when he is bare So here's the man beneath it all no polished alibi No carefully rehearsed excuse no clever sweetened lie If truth becomes a burden and my candor costs me friends At least I'll know I lived as me when this performance ends [Verse 2] I'm tired of every headline selling outrage by the pound While real pain goes unnoticed and the cameras aren't around The loudest saints chase spotlights with their halos shining bright Then vanish when compassion has no audience in sight I'm tired of every virtue worn like badges on a coat Where people chase approval with a well-rehearsed quote They speak in borrowed slogans and repeat what they are told But fear the slightest question that might break the mold they hold I'm tired of being measured by the words I never said And judged by twisted versions growing larger in each head The mob decides the verdict long before they know the case Then acts surprised to find itself reflected in disgrace So let the whispers follow and let the critics sneer I'd rather face their anger than spend one more faithless year For chains disguised as comfort are still chains upon the soul And I'd rather walk in truth than play a manufactured role [Chorus] I'm cleaning out The Closet, take look inside and I'm tired of biting back every thought I hide How many little skeletons will I find yeah I'm cleaning out The Closet in my broken mind I'm cleaning out The Closet, take look inside and I'm tired of biting back every thought I hide How many little skeletons will I find yeah I'm cleaning out The Closet in my broken mind [Final Verse] I'm cleaning out The Closet, take look inside and I'm tired of biting back every thought I hide How many little skeletons will I find yeah I'm cleaning out The Closet in my broken mind... [metal guitar solo, end of song] -------- ------- The Closet is open. Got some Skulls, Bones, and Songs for you all. Appreciate you all Check out the playlist below 👇 https://suno.com/playlist/a48ccbbd-2cbb-4027-998f-8d6c9919e6c0
