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 will i find the orchid the final hour door to the garth of eternity or withered black orchid meadows2