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 of 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 runnin' out of time"
The fuel you douse me in, while the others look away
Striking at the matchbox he holds in his hand
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 obscurin' 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 needed never gave up on you"
Exposin' all the wires cut, she sinks it in the current's trap
Teardrops in the voltage turn to me
Turn to me and sing