Don't slip away
Under the stairs
Or think bad thoughts
In the middle of prayers
Exposing your soul
Like an open door
Stained on the surface
Rotten to the core

Sleeping all day
Locks up your mind
And the smoke at night
Lets you unwind

Or so they tell me
Or so I've heard
That darkness comes down
Like a dying blackbird

Drift away
Inside Your head
Not dead to the world
Because the world's already dead
Come out at night
Under a lonely tree
Is the rising sun
The last thing you see?

Then they know
When you can't see yourself
The ashes in the shell
Belong to someone else

In the morning they forget
All they've seen and heard
As darkness comes down
Like a dying blackbird

Tell me what you heard