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.
You crawled away from me,
slipped away from me.
I tried to keep a hold,
but there was nothing I could say.
Slid away from me,
and crept away from me,
tried to keep you down,
and there was nothing I could saay.
So what you're trying to say,
is you don't wanna play.
But what you want and what you need,
don't mean that much to me.
I can see your back is turning.
If I could I'd, stick the knife iiiiin, in.
You crawled away from me,
slipped away from mee.
I tried to keep a hold,
but there was nothing I could say.
Slid away from me,
and drift away from me,
tried to keep you down,
but there was nothing I could saaaay.
So what you're trying to say,
is you don't wanna play.
But what you want and what you need,
don't mean that much to me.
I can see your back is turning.
If I could I'd, stick the knife iiiiiiin.
This is love.
This is love.
This is my love for you.
This is my love for you.
This is my love for you.
This is my love for you.
This is my love for you.
This is my looooooooooove!
Saaaaaaaay yooooou wooooon't goooooo
got you in a stranglehold
get up, get up, get up, baby
got you in a stranglehold, baby.
get up, get up, get up now
So what you're trying to say
is you don't wanna play.
But what you want and what you need
don't mean a fuck to me.
I can see yooour back is turning.
If I could I'd, stick the knife iiiiiiiiinnnn