face:face ; hand:throat

her voice was like a gunshot
she sang like a militia charging into war
give me a building to burn down
give me a burned down building to furnish

board up the outside,
close off the inside

auction your weapons
and call it a year
auction your weapons
"kid you've got the fear"

this contact, without context
with friends, come contracts
cut all your losses
and cut off loose ends
cut all your sevens
cut all your tens
cut off the numbers
and calculations

board up the outside,
close off the inside
cut all your losses, cut off loose ends
if you're not listening you're better off dead

"face meets the face, and hand strains the throat
vocal chords sway like the waves on a boat"