Sanctity - Wi`iyaye

running to catch the red setting sun
running to catch it still on fire
i can touch it with my bare hand now
but it's scaring everybody away
the only man i ever listened to
he says i'm holy now
and as naked as i can be
me and the light that is creating me
now that i'm empty
and unleashed like a wind
you cannot walk around
like an immortal
how much of yourself
in thousand pieces
does it feel uneasy
the memory of me
how messy is
it the memory of me
you know when you fucked me
you fucked a sacred hierarchy
and we made
a lot of angry demons
you didn't know
you touched the wind
that night you went
for my fire within
this fire that's bound
to catch you sleeping
in all the comforts of
your predictable life
for a wind will track mercilessly
the one living his life
like an immortal
running to catch
the red setting sun
running to catch it still on fire
i can feel it with my bare hand now
it is scaring everybody away
but the one man
who feels to me like an ocean
who drinks me whole
like milk like honey
not all lovers i have kept within me
within the light that is creating me
now that i'm empty
and unleashed like a wind
i can start walking
the fine line the string
how many more miles
still left to dream
to remember the ancient one
that is waiting for me
how does it feel
the memory of me
does it feel uneasy
the memory of me
how messy is it the memory of me
how does it feel
how messy is it
the memory of me
running to catch the red setting sun
running to catch it still on fire
i can touch it with my bare hand now
but it's scaring everybody away
the only man i ever listened to
he says i'm holy now
and as naked as i can be
me and the light that is creating me
now that i'm empty
and unleashed like a wind
you cannot walk around
like an immortal
how much of yourself
in thousand pieces
does it feel uneasy
the memory of me
how messy is
it the memory of me
you know when you fucked me
you fucked a sacred hierarchy
and we made
a lot of angry demons
you didn't know
you touched the wind
that night you went
for my fire within
this fire that's bound
to catch you sleeping
in all the comforts of
your predictable life
for a wind will track mercilessly
the one living his life
like an immortal
running to catch
the red setting sun
running to catch it still on fire
i can feel it with my bare hand now
it is scaring everybody away
but the one man
who feels to me like an ocean
who drinks me whole
like milk like honey
not all lovers i have kept within me
within the light that is creating me
now that i'm empty
and unleashed like a wind
i can start walking
the fine line the string
how many more miles
still left to dream
to remember the ancient one
that is waiting for me
how does it feel
the memory of me
does it feel uneasy
the memory of me
how messy is it the memory of me
how does it feel
how messy is it
the memory of me

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