You don’t know,
You can glimpse but never grasp

I’m enraged with the feminine, with where it’s going,
And yes, that includes you too

The sadness, the disappointment, the wrath
It all churns inside, an insane storm I can’t contain

How can one be so blind,
So lost from their own essence?

It pierces me in ways you’ll never feel,
As if I stand here, the purest fool,
Surrounded by those who drain me dry

But it’s not even taking that wounds
It’s the corruption in the act,
The shallow grasp for something fleeting,
With no grace, no depth, no god within

Where has the sacred gone?
Where is the truth that once lived in the eyes?

Now, it’s all just a filtered mask,
A hollow scroll, a chasing lie
Gram’s ruined the soul, left it empty,

And I 
Left to bear the weight of knowing.