Verse 1)

I constructed a bastion of pure intellect,

A fortification difficult to disconnect.

Where messy sentiment cannot intrude,

A practiced stance of rigid fortitude.

​(Chorus)

This impervious, defensive skin,

Hard as steel, you won't get in.

Safe and sound.

Buried underground.

No breach allowed.

Remote and proud.

Classified

​(Verse 2)

The subtle mechanisms of empathy rust,

Corroding slowly into emotional dust.

I observe the vibrant tapestry from afar,

Beneath a cold and distant star.

​(Chorus)

This impervious, defensive skin,

Hard as steel, you won't get in.

Safe and sound.

Buried underground.

No breach allowed.

Remote and proud.

Classified

​(Bridge)

It’s a war of attrition I am destined to lose,

Trapped by the heavy armor that I chose.

The citadel has become a tomb,

Sealed within this silent room.

​(Guitar Solo - Short, sharp and angular)

​(Chorus)

This impervious, defensive skin,

Hard as steel, you won't get in.

Safe and sound.

Buried underground.

No breach allowed.

Remote and proud.

Classified