Buried Inside — IV lyrics

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.