Maullidos

In the hole, she could hear them

Dead ringers and spirits

There are strands of hair left pinned inside the locks

And in the crevices, she scales, she writes

Writes the name of debts

I can't love you like you want

All these anchors aren't lifelines

If it's not outside the realm disbelief

Stranded at the precipice

Can you hear them grinding down?

And with its powder, we will paint this wall

So calmly, she repeats to herself

Six, four, two, threes

"I can't help myself, I'm running out of time"

The fuel you douse me in, while the others look away

Striking at the matchbox, he holds in his hands

If there's one last hint of high-control condolences chained to me

I can't love you like you want

Your confessions are the root

Of the vines obscuring all the ones you—

Crushed out of existence, they knew

They wouldn't listen

Others come and bend a knee

At the bottom of the borrowed weeping wall

Can you hear her?

Not plagiarizing symptoms

Tell her the angels that you need never gave up on you

Exposing all the wires cut, she sinks it in the current's trap

Teardrops in the voltage turn to me

Turn to me and sing