No Wisdom Brings Solace

I've tried to fight pessimism
 To look for an explanation to the prime weakness we seem to convey: strong drive to destroy ourselves
 All statements have turned out to conduct to a maze of suspect justifications
 Encased between hermetic walls of incertitude

 Axioms appear so contrived
 And science, the paragon of devious crafts
 I [bad word] to assimilate this fact: No wisdom brings solace

 I start to realize the limitations of my attempt to [bad word] understand the misery of men
 The more I look inside, the more I'm prone to deride the basis of every creed: To know is to be saved

 I'm lost, standing at the crossroads with no mean to decide on a better course
 No choice appears convenient, no pathway predominates
 Unsure to ever escape my posture of inflexible disbelief
 I decide but to abandon this hunt for significance

 Axioms appear so contrived
 And science, the paragon of devious crafts
 I [bad word] to assimilate this fact: No wisdom brings solace

 I start to realize the limitations of my attempt to [bad word] understand the misery of men
 The more I look inside, the more I'm prone to deride the basis of every creed: To know is to be

 Nothing is [bad word]  nothing is eternal, there's no reward for steadfast belief
 In a flawed system of assumption but a breakdown of cognition gears
 To deprave the core of all knowledge and confer it the arrays of faith
 Is to increase the prospect of oversight and absurdity

 I start to realize the limitations of my attempt to [bad word] understand the misery of men
 The more I look inside, the more I'm prone to deride the basis of every creed: + To know is to be saved