Time conceals itself in error
When all is turned to lie
Blissful rapture flee from me
The liquid light shares its grandeur
Spring of eden shall never run dry
Creation holds its breath
Tomorrow is no friend of mine
Drench logic, drench judgment
Awake, every sense is new
For we know no tomorrow
And yesterday appears in fragmentary form
What now must burn
Shall with newfound strength emerge
Drift through my eyes
Bacchi Gates will bid me welcome
Drench logic
Drench judgment
[Incomprehensible]
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
[Incomprehensible]
Drench logic, drench judgment
Awake, every sense is new
For we know no tomorrow
And yesterday appears in fragmentary form