[Lyric] Perpetual Cynicism (Pulsar Colony)

The cynics would say
That there is no such thing as ascension
Nothing will tie you to a string and pull you up
But there are so many anchors
With their hooks in my mind
As I climb to the pearly gates
The steeds of pain come pounding back with a vengeance
I hate my pride
But I need it like I need water
I cannot define it
So it eternally tears me open
The wounds are exposed
For all the world to see
The wheel turns as it always has
So I grasp the spokes and ride it
I keep waiting
For the psychedelic colors
To melt my brain
But they nеver come
And I’m glad they stay away