I have come curiously close to the end,
Down Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
To feel alive, I concede and move closer

I may find comfort here.
I may find peace within the emptiness,

How pitiful.

It's calling me...It's Calling me...It's Calling me...

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant

As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me

The source is bright and endless
She resusitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't wanna stay down here serving 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

So let the light touch you and let the words spill through
Just let them pass right through bringing out our hope and reason

Before we pine away.
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REFLECTION