The Tradition

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Lyric

it's an honor to work with you, Professor Stoll 
twenty years ago you found the pure mother liquor 
while the hood fan hummed and the gas flame flickered 

i'll look into the promise that her children show 
the tradition flows from the rivers and flood plains 
and the Goddess of the risen grain 

lighten your load 
we're all on the road 
to Eleusis 
emptying our hearts 
for the scales of Anubis 

As the Grail, the sacred moon, is filled with blood 
from the Ganges flood, Demeter's nurse will appear 
to prepare the cup and dry her tears 

all the fractions and formulas we use today 
born of reeds and clay from the banks of Euphrates 
As Persephone springs forth from Hades 

time will erode 
the stones on the road 
to Eleusis 
there is still a path 
following our true bliss 

Rothlin's animals show nothing new, says his report 
24 we've tried, what will 26 derive? 
Check off LSD-25