We're our own lost cause
We lack the means to distance them from us
My inner Foucault is
Skewed contemplation of
Power relations and
I take no meaning from this
Separate from masters
Relieve yourself
Of boundaries
Of secrets
I'll take this to my grave
I've never felt so scared that
I might never want this
We regret and we fall
We struggle to crucify them all
My inner Eco is
Nothing but distraction
I can't keep my eyes open
I can't keep my mouth closed
Separate from masters
Relieve yourself
Of boundaries
Of secrets
I'll take this to my grave
I've never felt so scared that
I might never want this
Did we take this apart?
Or was it undone at the start?
Did we take this apart?
Or was it undone at the start?
Separate from masters
Relieve yourself
Of boundaries
Of secrets
I'll take this to my grave
I've never felt so scared that
I might never want this
We regret and we fall
We struggle to crucify them all
We come undone
We come un-
We come undone
We come un-
We come undone
We come undone
We come undone
We come undone