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.