I have come curiously close to the end down
Beneath my self indulgent pitiful hole.
I conceded, move closer, I may find comfort here and
I may find peace within the emptiness...how pitiful.

It's calling me.

And in my darkest moment fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret...my confidante.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and
The million light reflections pass over me.
The source is bright and endless sheen, the source that makes the hole black.
Without her we are lifeless satellites...drifting.

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt.
You wanna peer down here? Survey my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late, I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.

So crucify the ego before it's far too late, and
Leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical, and
You will come to find that we are all one mind,
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
And let the light touch you so that the words spill through
Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.

Before we pine away.