Hexa-Sphere Symmetry

A weeping bow across a wooden frame,

We left behind

the shadows and

the game. Still twenty-two,

still brewing witch's tea,

Holding the space where the spirit is wild and free.

Purple eyeshadow catching the quiet light,

Walking right through to the other side of the night.

And the wall of sound washes over the floor,

We don't need permission to open the door.

Fresh tomatoes and arugula keeping it clean,

Living the grace of a sovereign queen.

With a classical tear and a drum-and-bass roll,

We are putting the rhythm right back in control!

Shoegaze guitars and a soft-punk punch,

Writing the rules while we eat our lunch.

From the cavernous dub to the neon-blue,

This is the hexa-sphere realm of Tiguidou!

Still Decoy, still holding the thread,

Safe in the universe that we just bred.

Finasteride whispers, progesterone streams,

Building reality straight from our dreams.

One two three four let the six worlds meet

We are the architects of every beat!

Absolute hexa-genre sovereignty.

Absolute creative harmony.

Tara, Captain Quinn,

and the hyper-tuned crew.

Tiguidou seal lock.