Inner Sanctum

Hey! Everyone who thirsts
Come down to the source and drink your fill
Come down and drink the living water
Without money and without price.

For there is a deeper well-spring
A lake that's calm and bottom-free
The spirit floats, the soul rejoices
In a pure and calm baptismal font.

So rest your heart and slake your thirst
With sacred waters from the fount
Sing the old psalms from days of yore
Immersed amidst eternal balm.

Why buy the common culture's curse
When you can have it all for free?
Wrongs are righted, regrets forgotten
Without money and without price...