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