Broadcast Quality - The Receiving End Of Sirens

How’d you know to find me here?

Tipped off you tipped toed to the tune of

tapped wires and insider information.

This manifested destiny, you think

you can bestow on me.

An epidemic with allure that brings intrigue to the

dullest minds.

Fix your broken eyes on me she said.

As she draped her arms around my neck.

Her wrist felt like rope as they grazed neck and her fingers like spiders

spun a web my body couldn’t shed

And on the eve of battle I’ll lay these arms to rest.

Have my subordinate

coordinates turned themselves in?

Transmitted and encoded but my encryptions have eroded.

Now my whereabouts

are living in the airwaves thanks to me.

Her fingers, like spiders, spun a web my body couldn’t shed.

Flee the factory.