Letra de The Answer, The Problem

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