ASCENSION

All your problems

All your troubles

Are just wild imaginations

They rise up when your reason

Goes on derelict vacations

Every worry is just slander

On your private intimations

Breaking down your spirit

Towards the devil's inclinations

You tear away at self

And embrace your inner demons

Then you re-commit yourself

To some form of inner treason

Wash away your hope

In favor of believing

That you have no control

But it's all just self deceiving

It really is just fallacy

When you dig within the symptoms

Despite your proclamations

You have never been a victim

Self-pity is contrived

You just deny your good intentions

Make a mockery of your life

So you can wallow in inventions

There is no perfect path

You are your own redemption

When you get caught up in the past

There's not a good thing that I could mention

That would turn you from your course

Lost now in your own convictions

Turn your face up toward the light

And embrace your own ascension