Chondromalacia Patella ​black midi

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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