All the parables in a universe of flaws Reveal the truth in tiny little drops On the winding pass to clarity Riders convene to argue their deceit Riders to utopia All the lines on their journey contort Never converge to form a whole The snakes in paradise The riders seek the tree Through pain and suffering The human mind is free Riders to utopia They were just courting madness While riding to utopia Like ghosts in passing The devil in euphoria