Time politics are power politics. No denial, no exception. The fallacy of science and tech is its complete objection. All technologies are biased, this
Hell-bent on standardization; on Cartesian deliverance. Time is the primary socializing tool. Indelibly imprinted and structurally biased. We are domesticated
Mute protest of a new bastard form. Indentured to Mammon, further bondage is bore. Free market existence under free market terms. Secured at birth and
Obedience to manufactured assembly. The infinite paths become the optionless freeway, mass marketing consumption itself. This extirpation is progress
It's growing inside you It's taking you beyond your world, abandoned ever since your birth It's bringing you nightmares, it's calling your last hour
me wake up in your arms You say it's not alright Let me be so dead and gone So far away from life Close my eyes, hold me tight And bury me deep inside
the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried
Blacked out in a white room My last cigarette lost the cherry Reminds me of fallen idols Their hearts on their sleeves when they're buried And freedom
to play guitar And I bet you didn't know under that live oak My favorite dog is buried in the yard I thought if I could touch this place or feel it This brokenness inside
your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch Bury 'em in my back yard
up above it high up above it and see) Pray to your god, open your heart Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark Cover your eyes, the devil's inside
I know now, this is who I really am inside Finally found myself Fighting for a chance I know now, this is who I really am Come break me down Marry me, bury
over jack is back again The rippers at your service Girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface Like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried
believe we life partners, holy water on whatever devil comes and try to part us cana??t use anything I ever gave you to bury me you supposed to be the one that bury
taking, taking you back But I don't know why I do You keep breaking, breaking me down So I'll find somebody new, alright I don't wanna feel I'm buried
dusty road Brother, won't you carry me along This dry dusty road Children shallying Playing in the morning sun Spike-heeled lady Running through the burying
answers and he answers all and the bell tolls on inside the castle wall (bring out your dead) the dead are now buried and the plague is at its end life
living inside my head I paid my rent till the lights went dead And I saw my sign coming up the road Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load On the avenues