Chondromalacia Patella - black midi

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

On the white rocks

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