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
I don't know why I thought so
Always crashing, screaming
Relentlessly bashing
Incessant, repulsive, backtracking hypotheses
And the seldom finished
Oh, the beasts of the nighttime
Canfrenkin borentis a sotzkee, potzkee borree
My fingertips folding
Deep in their burrows black creatures make nests
No needle can rupture
My fingertips folding
Deep in their burrows black creatures make nests
No needle can rupture