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 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 Drench logic, drench judgement Awake, every sense is new For we know no tomorrow And yesterday appears in fragmented form