Let the Water rise. Let the Water Rise
Let the Water rise and awake your dormant eyes
Let the Water rise. Let the Water rise
Let the Water rise and peer through a martyr’s eyes

I see angels and demons caressing harps with broken strings
Striking too many dissonant chords now the Walls are opening
The strings still shattered but collective thought is noticing
Thought is noticing... Thought is noticing
The white rose that faces west. The Viper that didn’t fade she left
Her armies cast angels down deep, half willingly
That’s why I stand by Satan’s left but what does Baph really mean?

“Philosophy is a hands on activity. Philosophy not made around the camp fire. Philosophy based on the acquisition of extreme experiences. That’s how you figure out what the world is not by bicycling around in the burbs, but by forcing extreme experiences. The reason people refer to psychedelic endeavors with the vocabulary of travel (‘taking a trip’ and so on) because that is an extreme endeavor. [Unintelligible]. Change your clothes” – Terence McKenna

A stratum of colors and experiences emerge
While peering into the shapes and silhouettes of our most cherished memories
O’ the lies we believed, o’ the lies we are believing
O’ the images we received and are still receiving
There is no hand without a background; no up without down
Thus you must die before attaining martyrdom

I see life and death standing on a sunbeam trying to balance
Cause and effect, terror and courage
I’m very discouraged from unhiding my prowess thus losing equilibrium
The stratum of the Universal fabric is a continuum
That when exposed oxidates bones of a past life
The Structure falls, the Structure ruptures and collapses
Swarming masses of star stuff coalesced together to contemplate itself only to disassemble