Descend into the ever-widening
Yawning chasm of black thought
Descend into the voidpit
That spiraling hole of self deification
Escape from the decaying artifice
That illusory sheen, wall of representation
Descend into the ever-widening
Yawning chasm of naked thought
Descend into the voidpit
That spiraling hole of self deification
The secret eye, all-discerning
Alive by the unspeakable oath
Leave behind this useless flesh husk
Escape into that hidden shape—
Incorporeal figure, the slumbering god-form—
In the bottomless well of self affirmation
In the bottomless well of self affirmation
To breathe life into the organ of hope
To breathe life into the organ of hope
To breathe life into the organ of hope
We will cross all of the curse'd boundaries
The lines of sundering, feign’d divisions
We see beyond impenetrable wards
To navigate the fault lines of fractural worlds
Descend into the ever-widening
Yawning chasm, murk of rumination
Descend into the voidpit
That spiraling hole of self deification
And so we descend into the slithering depths
Lit by the luminous torch of measureless thought
Awash in meaningful chaos, rising in meditative glory
Above the grey names and sunken dreams
The feral, crooning paths
Lit by the luminous torch of measureless thought
As we descend into the slithering depths
Inward was written by Thou.
Inward was produced by James Whitten.