I needed a way for self-expression To find a day without exceptions I found a maze, and stepped right into it I discovered a day, I was supposed to exit I leaned too far over the edge Reaching for anything to fetch I grabbed seven ladders to climb And brought ease to a desperate mind I saw the ash of a fertile garden Just as life in absolute death I've seen the end of a thousand lives And the beginning of a million regrets I hold possession of this world built below Kissed by the dirt as a fallen crow With elixir enveloped in a pair of feeble palms Yet drained be the piper for playing His psalms