Closed society The avant-garded 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, 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
I'm coughing up my youth 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 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
I'm coughing up my youth I've got the buzz on you I'm coughing up my youth I've got the buzz onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
