Paroles de Porcelain

There's still some days where I condescend my head A repeated subside, it's worth remembering I'm stuck to your skin, that sinking feeling As I go back, I wish I could make you fly Counting days until disaster Counting days until disaster Can you see it underneath? Are you grinding down your teeth? Spiral fractured It's forming in porcelain Sick mental, I fall in In through your bones It's cut to bone (That sinking feeling) That I regret Inner sense Lose the ceiling Can you see it underneath? Are you grinding down your teeth? (Oh) Spiral fractured It's forming in porcelain Sick mental, it's forming Between your bones, it's cut to bone Porcelain, porcelain Porcelain, porcelain