Buried Inside - Terrortourismology Lyrics

Inwrought at times, dependent in time.
Intimately blended and delicately torn.
Land and culture deconstructed and soon after reborn.
The inventions are present but the purpose is gone.
Tourism;
Terrorism, is there always a difference?
A getaway from the everyday, a colonial effort in reciprocity.
The tourist consumes difference collecting images rather than experience.
While the authentic recedes behind a developing industry;
Economic growth at some cost.
Redesigning, redefining, reiterating the same paradise lost.
Fifteen thousand rooms in one peninsula.
Gift-shop till you drop, curing pop culture shock.
Don't forget to send a f*cking postcard.