I never wanted guidance
To tell me where to find
A light in the darkness
Cause the dark I’d push aside
No time for dreaming of a distant Paradise
No time for tales of good and evil
Another correlation: as above so below
Another analysing where illusions fail to show
The face of the maker who’d leave you alone
Without a sense of comprehension
When that meadow — in front of my eyes — will have dried away
Will my senses wither like flowers on my grave
Will this wave of becoming flow into the void of time
The final hour:
When Never and Now become one
Will I find the orchid
The final hour:
Door to the garth of eternity?
Or withered orchid meadows?
Everybody’s praying
But what if God is just a threat
And everybody’s straying?
If only they would just forget
Everybody’s craving
For a ghost light in the haze:
You’ll lose your minds one after another
Everybody’s craving
For what doesn’t have a name or a face
So reason could fit it in the frame
In quest of the orchid:
A glimmer in the daze
Till I awake to the sound of rigour
What if that meadow in your mind is just a fantasy?
And if it wanted to be seen why must you believe?
Will this wave of becoming flow into the void of time
The final hour:
When Never and Now become one
Will I find the orchid
The final hour:
Door to the garth of eternity
Or withered orchid meadows
Black orchid
Strange and beautiful
Oh black orchid I must find you
I remember that morning
He had to be told
What he couldn’t remember
After he’d spoken to the wall
And I gave to repression
What I must not have seen
What even believers
Must unlearn to unbelieve
The final hour
When Never and Now become one
Will I find the orchid
The final hour
Door to the garth of eternity
Or withered orchids
The final hour
When Never and Now become one