VIII Songtext
von Buried Inside

Necessity is the plea for every extension
For every elaboration of the twin gospels of service provision and security restraint
The folded geographies that demarcate all worth
That demarcate all worth

Called or not the arbiters will come
Called or not biometrics will come
Called or not biometrics will come
Called or not biometrics will come


Technologies do their definitive labour on wedding nights
Sensory organs meet calculating engines
Eurodac fucks Privium in the penthouse of control data
But be warned!
But be warned!

When the body is the input
When the body is the witness
When the body is the passport
Inscribed and immobilized

Necessity will bring severed hands
Forked-out eyes, and ripped-off limbs
Scattered along frontiers and abandoned in gutters
As the dregs of desperation