Buried Inside - IV lyrics

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Buried Inside - IV lyrics

Sound the alarm, get an ambulance, ready a statement: for reactive critics, for the OCI, for the rest of the back end In these museums to living history, lined with the artifacts of threat, risk management is a precondition for every colour of self-defeat Mandate piled on mandate, verdicts stacked high, dust-covered and time-worn, signed by solicitors general and bound by library services A mounting legacy of heroic solutions and failed actions that can't be normalized and interpreted away - used to placate all the lives shamed and denied Custom is the greatest of weavers: devoid of useful memory and locked in fixed movements No small madness confusing symptoms with cause A convenience of definition Condemnation narrowed to a point Better to drill it in Benign as a bullet, meanings are inseparable from purposes We want to do something, and a definition is a means of doing it If we want certain results, than we must use certain definitions But no definition has any authority apart from a purpose... Sound the alarm, get an ambulance, ready a statement: for reactive critics, for the OCI, for the rest of the back end In these museums to living history, lined with the artifacts of threat, risk management is a precondition for every colour of self-defeat Mandate piled on mandate, verdicts stacked high, dust-covered and time-worn, signed by solicitors general and bound by library services A mounting legacy of heroic solutions and failed actions that can't be normalized and interpreted away - used to placate all the lives shamed and denied