I [bad word] curiously close to the end, though
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated
I conceded (?)
Move closer
[Let me / I may] [bad word] here
[Let me / I may] find peace within the [bad word] for me

It's calling me...

And in my darkest moment, feeble and weeping
The moon tells me a secret, a confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
Familiar light reflections pass over me
The source is the light and endless sheen
The source that makes the hole black
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
You wanna peer down here survey my narcissism
I must [bad word] the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I [hide / pine] away.

So [bad word] the ego, before it's far too late
And leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you [bad word] to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable
So let the light touch you so that the words spill through
And let the past break through bringing out our hope and reason
Before we [hide / pine] away.