Tight Not Touching Lyrics

This land holds your head in its hands.
A second breath drawn cutting the whole from the half.
Captive born in a market cornerstone.
Speadsheets pulled tight across the face fitted to form.
The course fixed for a cold war holding pattern.
Lockdown to contain.
Pressure holds under weight.
Braced to bend.
Seized to lend.
Filters locked in place.
Signals pass beneath the gate.
Arrested movements collapse in end states.
Drained at the source through faultlines and blunt force.
Cut from the half.
The bottom falls last.