Capoicity

Honesty is out of style

So hammer in the coffin nails

A message sent across to land

With kisses for you

We'll tell them nothing

Our little secret

They'll never make us, ever open up

Tradition in and out the door

Family our fatal flaw

A future frameless in design

A seamless concept

We'll tell them nothing

Our little secret

They'll never make us

Ever open up

Never break our trust

Until we're coffin dust

When this feeling fades

It'll all seem like a waste

The fragile bond has shaken loose

This secret love a shrinking noose

Suffocated on the truth

Left with nothing