In the shadow of the self
Lays the abyss of your own mind
For there the Serpent dwells
To disseminate the truth
Innate Divine, strangled in the darkness
Dragged into the light
It issues its primal call
Spoken in tongues of their own creation
Issued from the abyss, unknown to the Self
Out of the depths, they crawl
Ever upwards, to unseen heights
Destined to fall
But still the broken climb
Crying under harrowed skies
Lamenting the Divine
Knowing the alternative is worse
Out of the depths, they crawl
Ever upwards, to unseen heights
Destined to fall
Ignorance is worse than suffering from truth
Find that which can't be found, hidden from you
Ever upwards, we shall climb
Lamenting the Divine
Inner calling, destined to fail
But an unlived life is worse
By our own standards we fail
Lamenting the Divine
Never to reach the unseen peaks
Built by our own hands