This is a song about "Close"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

As often, i do this

Close your eyes my face is

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"