Tool - Reflection
I have come curiously close to the end,
though...
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole...
Defeated,
I concede and
move closer...
I may find comfort here...
I may find peace within the emptiness,
How Pitiful...
It's calling me...
And in my darkest moment,
feeble and weeping...
The moon tells me a secret,
a confidant...
As full and bright as I am,
this light is not my own, and...
A million light reflections pass over me
Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
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...
So let the light touch you,
so that the words spill through,
and let the past break through,
bringing out our hope and reason...
Before we hide away...