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