Tom Frampton - A Brief Polemic (Some Words On Words) lyrics

It's the enactment of empire in every spoken word It's the violence implicit in everyday discourse It's the traces of history deep inside ourselves Processes that made this f**ing war a state of health To what extent are we implicated; to what extent engaged? Whose bodies get violated and when are we enraged? Sleepless staggering crowds at dawn, I'm tired of this sh** But it wears you down till suddenly you catch yourself in it Walking tightrope lines - these are struggles that we choose Until that rope gets fashioned around our necks as a noose And if these words could speak imagine all the stories they would tell What happened in the shadows of the factory's hollow shell So can we now consent to this but somehow not submit? Is this our final compromise; is this the final trick? Well I'll hold out another day and maybe some after that Language is theft and it's f**ing time we stole it back