Lyric discussion by PianoIslandArsonist 

Cover art for Broadcast Quality lyrics by Receiving End Of Sirens, The

Does anyone else think of Martha Stewart when they hear this song?

...Maybe I'm a bit touched.

Sounds like the way people are judged on the quality of their outward appearances (which would explain the title, their "broadcast quality"). The guy doesn't feel like resisting and "lays his arms to rest." His "subordinate coordinates," or his true identity, has been lost thanks to the girl's deceptive "web."

Someone elaborate. I don't feel like typing any more.