Octahedrons (All I know about) Video (MV)

The world is the shape of an octahedron
Its gentle angles seem just and right to me
I often think nothing else exists
I often think maybe I am myself the octahedron

I fathomed the love of the giant squid within
Of it I dream whenever I rest
Or should I say whenever I hide
Forever in my octahedron

Like a willow I wept its lost embraces
Its fiercely shy hidden gracious igneous tentacles
Ravaged quiet but mercilessly my haggard flesh
And soothed my incandescent soul

Since in nights like this I was subject
To the sweetest, to the most iridescent ink
I'll gladly spend even my the last of my breaths
Whispering its name in tongues impossible

And that will be the sound you'll hear
When all the sirens grow tired of you
And you finally sink your ship
Far away, near my octaedron