Chondromalacia Patella (Live Fire)

[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] Losing grip Another drip 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, incessantly bashing Incessant, repulsive, backtracking hypotheses Seldom finished Oh, the beasts of the nighttime Canfrenkin borentis a sotzkee, potzkee borree [Verse 4] My fingertips folding, deep in their burrows Black creatures make nests no needle, rupture My fingertips folding, deep in their burrows Black creatures make nests no needle can rupture