Chondromalcia Patella Lyrics — 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

Always crashing, screaming
Relentlessly bashing
Incessant, repulsive, backtracking hypotheses

Seldom finished
The beasts of the nighttime
Canfrenkin borentis a sotzkee, potzkee borree

My fingertips folding, deep in their tunnels black creatures make nests no needle can rupture
My fingertips folding, deep in their tunnels black creatures make nests no needle can rupture