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i have come curiously close to the end, down
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, 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 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 don't wanna be down here feeding 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 to 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 just let the light touch you and let the words spill through and let them pass right through bringing out our hope and reason before we pine away |
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opinion 01: trent is eating it! oh no! what the fuck happened!? maynard now know how trent always feels: depressed and lame. time to go in his self-indulgent pitiful hole.
opinion 02: i swear, he must be talking about something dealing with the bible! opinion 03: a song about self-reflection and an analytical ambition to understand everything. definately an introverted song. quite possibly one of the best, too. kinda dark and "goth" (i.e. "self-indulgent pitiful hole"), but ultimately great. part two of the twenty minute triadic opus. |