Time conceals itself in error
When all is turned to lie
Blissful rapture flee from me
Liquid light shares its grandeur
Spring of Eden shall never run
Creation holds its breath
Tomorrow is no friend of mind
Of mind, yeah
Drench logic
Drench judgment
Every sense is new
For we know no tomorrow
And yesterday appears
In fragmentary form
And what now must burn
Shall with new-found
Strength emerge
Drift through my eyes
Bacchi gates
All bid me welcome
Drench logic
Drench judgment
So drink
Yes, drink from the fountain
Of everlasting hate
With these eyes
The land can no
Longer deceive us
[Incomprehensible] 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

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