All Yer Buddhas
From the Bilderburgh group mind comes a shadow play in Bali. All the hungry ghost desires is a bigger share of your time
(Flowers in the barrel of a gun)
What they keep can not be savored, it's undone. All yer Buddhas set fire themselves

Were all destined to be archived, but that's a fate they can't accept, too busy medaling into history, no time to saver or reflect
They can't touch your inner story, they can't touch your inner life, they might have commandeered the story but your humanity survives. All yer Buddhas set fire themselves