Wax Simulacra

Came back to doubt yourself

But broke in two

They find it punctual

With Idle tooth

I'll find something

To shake by the roots



I crawl along the ceilings in your room

The cold is spinning thread to answer you

I need something made of freewill



Am i waiting now

Does my waiting howl



I bring an avalanche of Toltec bones

Contaminated cravings if you choose to

Play something that aches for a spill

Leave out the meat for that contact high

Inhale the vapors and let the hangman smile

For that something to shake by the roots



Am i waiting now

Does my waiting howl



Bring me the tame

Witness germinates in the child

That word of mouth stutters

Blink at the lonely dice



Don't know