We’re our own lost cause
We lack the means to distance them from us
My inner Foucault is
Skewed contemplation of power relations
who the fuck do I think I am
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 have never wanted this
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
Shut your fucking mouth, you fucking cunt
I can’t keep my mouth closed

Did we take this apart
Of course we didn't
Or were we undone at the start?

We come undone, undone, undone
Unfuck, unfucked, unfuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck