Faith in retrograde Don't be dismayed Shape-shift system change Hellbent on betterment the noble quest Gave way to nothingness Though I never cry It's desolate inside Yearn for the ether and her peace to reside The stories never lie quite right Turn of the back upon the tribe Fear etched on the brow Thought my way out Ego raised to the ground The end of intellect Past ten percent Glitching into oneness Though I never cry It's desolate inside Yearn for the ether and her peace to reside The stories never lie quite right Turn of the back upon the tribe Apophatic mess to no regress So far from effervesce Analysis paralysis Lone-wolfing now just like the rest