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