No, you don't have to keep me down from ledges
Or steal from me razor blades and shoe laces
But prop your door open with wooden wedges
For when I enter into these dark places

What's wrong with me?
What's my problem?
I want you to see
I need you following to the bottom
No, I am not enough
No, I am not enough
I cannot dig as far as I need to
Whithout them being here beside me too
But will I tell you?
I know, I'll fall if I don't
So why don't I let them know?

There's no above or around
The only way's down
I don't see through this door
What's it here for?
Is there any way to find a key?
There must not be
That's when I start to wonder
If it's better to just go under
To **** myself quietly
Or loose myself in the sound
Can I somehow go around?
Or sit here comfortably?
Either way I've lost my sense of ground
I finally give in
To what might still be deception
But the only way I see fit
Is the way that's barely lit
So I head through the path that leads down

These gravestones call my name
The things they claim
A crow sits atop a tree
Carrying a noose for me
At my soul, they're tapping
In the dark, they're stabbing
I won't let them take my soul
I will write the truth you must know
I must say it again
I won't let them take my soul
Please tell them not to take my soul
You may take my soul
I'm sorry.

I am wise,
because I've been a fool.
I am brave,
because I've been scared.
I am strong,
because I've been weak.

Why I cannot tell you,
I do not know.
Why I can't bear to speak,
I'm not sure.
Why I can only communicate my soul this way,
I don't understand.
Why this is the only language I'm fluent in,
I have no clue why.
This is why I seek out people who speak like me,
born with a stranger's tongue,
a dialect not many can comprehend.
This is why I can only talk to them,
sending riddles and broken words
even they may not understand.
It's why I don't perceive the language of this world,
but only the coded words found deep in art.