Closed society,
The avant guarded name the password,
Tight lips, tight lips,
Broken spirit locked behind a painful, stone cold chest,
I reach into the valley of the shadow of success,
Over the cold shoulder, a cold shoulder,
I can't breathe deep or roll away the stone,
Sweet Jesus, my relief from tongues lashing, blind eyes flashing and trash can smiles.
Well, I'm couching up my youth and I've got the buzz on you.
Limited words of infinite smallness peering back from the unknown,
Mindless mayhem, mindless mayhem,
To the victor go the spoils, as long as that can stand on a dead man's bones,
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.
Well, I'm couching up my youth and I got the buzz on you,
Well, I'm couching up my youth and I got the buzz on...
