Letra de Chondromalacia Patella

Losing grip, another drip A new cold Air passing through a new hole On the white rocks of the pink mould Air passing through a new hole On the white rocks of the pink mould No strength left to pull the cord Of the morning bell A million diamonds sing inside An empty shell A million diamonds sing A million diamonds Always crashing, screaming, relentlessly bashing Incessant, repulsive, backtracking hypotheses And we're seldom finished Oh, the beasts of the nighttime Canfrenkin borentis a sotzkee, potzkee borree My fingertips folding, deep in their burrow Black creatures make nests no needle can rupture My fingertips folding, deep in their burrow Black creatures make nests no needle can rupture