Loose End

Pull out your sword
It is a matter of life or death
Make it sharp as a word
Just take my advice

Tunnel vision
Sickening breath
Will tense as a bow
It is a matter of mice or men

You gotta be fierce, baby
But sometimes you must bend
Every scale of armor
Has some loose end

Open your chest
Wide to the flaming arrows
Wounds will make you
More human inside

Your self is in your hands, like water
Don't let them open
Or it'll pour away
Or you'll pour down

You gotta be tough, honey
But sometimes you must bend
Every scale of armor
Has some loose end

Pull out your flower
In a belligerent way
Embrace your foe
As you do your fate

Stripped bare to the skin
We are what we are
No one's a wall
If one don't have a gate

You gotta be cruel, darling
But sometimes you must bend
Every scale of armor...
You gotta be cruel, darling
But sometimes you must bend
Every scale of armor
Has some loose end