歌词
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 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