| Song | Knotted Delirium |
| Artist | Mar de Grises |
| Album | Streams Inwards |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I suppose accuracy | |
| In the morphology of knots. | |
| With that impertinent spontaneity, | |
| A freezable hypnosis is born | |
| So to apply it on whenever you need | |
| A tied new breed | |
| Tied and red hot | |
| Like every knot | |
| In absence of | |
| Scientific delirium. | |
| The truth reveals inside | |
| A smell recording device | |
| As the first work | |
| Of a paid knot untier. | |
| But that freezing inside | |
| A loss of logic provides | |
| Altered by ancient odours. | |
| Another defrosted hypnosis in vain, | |
| Another failed attempt | |
| Of untying one knot of accuracy. |