Time conceals itself in error
when all is turned to lie
on 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 sence is new
For we know no tomorrow
and yesterday appears in fragmented form
What now must burn
shall with newfound strench 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
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