[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, incessantly bashing
Inseparable backtracking hypotheses
Seldom finished
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 can rupture
My fingertips folding, deep in their burrow
Black creatures make nests no needle can rupture