Disfiguring The Goddess Circles Of Nine
Crawling faces seeing places
Six faces x2
Pre-numb
Rubber solstice, Patience runs through the mist
A kiss, a kiss, a kiss from the death
Pocket full of poison, Pocket full of death
Wishful thinking from the wise one
A rock in the Earth
Breath out child of mine
Oh, this child of time. Sit back and make-believe that scissors make nine
Nine times the Pleasure
Nine times the fear
Don't worry, just make clear
The scent of the moon. Bloom, bloom, bloom
Circles of Nine