Geodesic Prison Song

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
Cash rules everything around me,
greed is a country on a planet under constant rotation at the bank.