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| Title | I |
|---|---|
| Artist | Buried Inside |
| Album | Spoils of Failure |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | No defence against the indefensible The space between words and things is once again total No defence against the indefensible The space between words and things is once again fatal All naming is already murder: serviced muck on the killing floor Soft violence as pragmatic necessity: bullbaiting with the starved dogs of rhetoric An arena sport like no other Bring on the organ grinders, carnival barkers, snake oil paddlers, pork-barreling mouthpieces Parceling out concerted blows of categorical reification Deep bites with self-confirming payloads Live seed for excessive entitlement and a snare for every congenital impulse Absent a shot, we are condemned to be at war with wordsYou might also like |