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.