Lyrics

Closed society the avant guarded name the password Tight lips Broken spirit locked behind a painful stone cold chest Reach into the valley of the shadow of success Over the cold shoulder I can't breathe deep or roll away the stone Sweet Jesus my relief From tongues lashing, blind eyes flashing, trash can smiles Limited words of infinite smallness Peering back from the unknown Mindless mayhem To the victor go the spoils As long as that can stand on dead man's bones Screaming from the devil's pulpit Intellectual incest, incestual intellect Open minds, open mines Like a lump in the throat...incomplete I'm coughing up my youth I've got the buzz on you