Can you keep a secret?
I've been keeping my secretions
I've been saving every drop
Inside a jar under my bed
When I'm turning gray
Well I can look at what I made
Yes I can look at all I made
And know that I'll be happy dead
My salvation screwed up tight, I give it birth
Dirty time capsule be my gift to the earth
Can you hold your tongue
Until the battle has been won
I don't want any stories sung
By any yellow feathered beast
Once the mix is stable
I will mark it with a label
I will take it off the table
So it can ferment in peace
My salvation screwed up tight, I give it birth
Dirty time capsule be my gift to the earth