Rope

I am holding to a hope that I can't reach

That I'm at least half as good as what you preach

That there's some way that I can finally find to cope

Cause right now all I see in front of me's the rope

My mind is full of all these dreadful shrieking things

And I'm not sure but I'm scared to know what that means

The way is dark and my mind clouds with waves of smoke

I need somewhere to stand before I start to choke

I don't want to die here

But I'll never get away