Fall of the house: Make base introductions to follow through a junk pile hidden in the closet. When you walk through the halls like a person in a prison, use perfect pitch and elementary addition. Try to stick to the folds, stay safe in the shadows. Never cutting through chains in a basement. You can't hide things in a glass house. You just can't. But you can pray that things don't head south.
The locks on the doors get removed with a wrench. Every 911 call ignored. The first snow hits the ground, freezing the grass. But how the fuck do you quantify a dollar well-spent? Why silence the siren? For the noise, noise, noise. Why the hell not go some place else? You can't hide in a geodesic dome. You just can't. But you can pray nobody finds you out.
Cash rules everything around me, greed is a country on a planet under constant rotation at the bank.
