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

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, a 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 resuscitates the hopeless

Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

And as I pull my head out, I am without one doubt

Don't want to be down here soothing my narcissism

I must crucify the ego before it's far too late

I pray the light lifts me out

Before I pine away

Before I pine away

Before I pine away

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 let the words spill through

And let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason

Before we pine away

Before we pine away

Before we pine away

Before we pine away