Losing grip, another drip A new cold Air passing through a new hole On the white rocks ofâ theâ pink mould Air passingâ through a new hole
On the whiteâ 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 On the white rocks
Always crashing, screaming, relentlessly bashing Incessant, repulsive, backtracking hypotheses And weÂŽre 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