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