Time conceals itself in error when all is turned to lie oh blissful rapture flee from me the liquid light shares its grandeur the spring of Eden shall never run dry Creation holds its breath
Tomorrow is no friend of mind drench logic - drench judgement awake - every sense is new
For we know no tomorrow and yesterday appears in fragmented form
What now must burn shall with newfound strength emerge Drift through my eyes Bacchi gates bid me welcome
Drench logic Drench judgement
So drink from the fountain everlasting... drown
With these eyes the land can no longer deceive us
He cried into nothing with the voice of his soul New logic brought upon the remains of his land the land deceives Bacchi gates bid me welcome