"Myriad "Reflections of the Appearance of Self, (We are a Dream, Dreaming about He within His own Dream)"

Listlessness, pleasure, pain; take it
all and throw it back into my face, (everything that makes me, me)

Descend from your pinnacle in haelven
and scrape me from my shit; pardon
my indiscretions and keep me back
from the limits that I'd go to, (they're as endless as my sins list)

I've burned my candle at both ends; the
wick is almost used up and my lights
spent

I have no righteousness to give; like I
ever really knew what that is

I have no innocence left; if that was a
prerequisite for redemption, then I'm
fucking damned

Like Lucifer I've fallen; what he does he
doesn't regard as sin... it's just the nature
that you've endued him with

What we do isn't unnatural; it's our own
capabilities that we're born in

If I've gone past my habitation and
become something that I shouldn't,
then gaze upon me with the eye within
and unleash my punishment... but I
don't think so, because we're all birthed
from a moment

Spawns of a creature that we're all
thinking of and for reaching

You within; dreams we are, dreaming
about the one whom is really doing
the dreaming...

Reflections in a well... contemplate
on us; see yourself in the ripples and
see the sundry appearances of your
own Self