I Lyrics
| Song | I |
| Artist | Buried Inside |
| Album | Spoils of Failure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 words. | |
| The function of representation comes to grief when words lose their connections with things – in short, when language represents itself. | |
| Mark Poster, The Mode Of Information |
| 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. | |
| Softviolence as pragmatic necessity: bullbaiting with the starved dogs of rhetoric. | |
| An arena sport like no other. | |
| Bring on the organgrinders, carnival barkers, snakeoil paddlers, porkbarreling mouthpieces. | |
| Parceling out concerted blows of categorical reification. | |
| Deep bites with selfconfirming payloads. | |
| Live seed for excessive entitlement and a snare for every congenital impulse. | |
| Absent a shot, we are condemned to be at war with words. | |
| The function of representation comes to grief when words lose their connections with things in short, when language represents itself. | |
| Mark Poster, The Mode Of Information |
| 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. | |
| Softviolence as pragmatic necessity: bullbaiting with the starved dogs of rhetoric. | |
| An arena sport like no other. | |
| Bring on the organgrinders, carnival barkers, snakeoil paddlers, porkbarreling mouthpieces. | |
| Parceling out concerted blows of categorical reification. | |
| Deep bites with selfconfirming payloads. | |
| Live seed for excessive entitlement and a snare for every congenital impulse. | |
| Absent a shot, we are condemned to be at war with words. | |
| The function of representation comes to grief when words lose their connections with things in short, when language represents itself. | |
| Mark Poster, The Mode Of Information |
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