Semi Sacred Geometry

So so fast, the sailing ships

The outer rim, the innocence

The lovely air

The wind it breathes

It comes

When do you follow, where do you lead

With a cut clean hands, a fire to feed

Like the signs of the cosmic

The crush of the eye

It's just better in blood like the surest old sun

When do you follow, where do you lead

With a cut clean hands, a fire to feed

Like the signs of the cosmic

The crush of the eye

It's just better in blood like the surest old sun