Lets meet where the paved roads end.
Make sure that were secure. The cold words sit on frost-bitten lips,
But words, like knives, should cut through.
Each glance we make is a chance we take
And they wait for us to fail.
Have the things we meant to keep in quiet been found?
Have we failed?
Our discourse is disarrayed
And dancing in the airwaves. Youve breached our communications;
This isnt small talk, its espionage.
Its how we say goodbye. Youre straying from the standard.
Slipped phenol in the gla**
And overturned the gasoline.
Weve failed. Youve got all wires crossed.
Ive got you in crosshairs. Cut all ties
And end transmission.
Its only business.