Non Opus Dei - The Other Side of the Mushroom

I sell water - to a gathering of masks
and this water shed a million faces
and Masks now litter my face
when they are scattered, means you are gathered,
means you are back, means you never left.
one year of speech and five years of silence -
a mute one with a multitude of words
Toad Master - sells the water of His Swamp

Dare you trespass the Swamp
dare you speak her name
she is the Abode of the Hermit,
she is the Boat on the River of stars.
her wild geese feed on his thoughts,
and then fall into the River,
to crown the Emperor
who sells water -

To a gathering of masks
comes the day
he sold it all

And now -

Before his last fight, here is his last gift
before his last fight, here is his last gift,