She spits acid
Indulges in the corrosion
Encasing her prey in boiling salt
Reading the morning signs
That will soon be gone
They can try
They can cry
Over hums that suffocate the sound
Invested numbers sigh beside
She lets nothing out of sight
They can try
They can cry
Whispers pa** over and through
But none know she's there
And seeds the drowning out
Swelling it to mend
Sits close to molten silver poison
Switches cold and hot
She must create replacements
When too many parts have been without
No purpose, no room
They can try
They can cry
Over hums that suffocate the sound
Invested numbers sigh beside
She lets nothing out of sight
They can try
They can cry
Whispers pa** over and through
But none know she's there
And seeds the drowning out
Swelling it to mend
There are many ways to cross over to her
Other platforms she's been to
When she is quiet, they're heard better
After all, words once spoken k** with truth
Harping on wires that threaten to sever
She still winds them tight
She's watching from the delta
With red eyes sharpened to points by fading light
Levels sometimes high, sometimes low
But she always knows
They can try
They can cry
Over hums that suffocate the sound
Invested numbers sigh beside
She lets nothing out of sight
They can try
They can cry
Whispers pa** over and through
But none know she's there
And seeds the drowning out
Swelling it to mend