Crooked, narrow, dark and steep, with every step, I pray to keep My footing on the brink of the abyss Out there on a quest to find a million ways to lose my mind I couldn't seem to shake the thought of this Can we write a story backwards? Can we start it at the end? Are we born to die or dying to be born again? Didn't mean to take this ride, with so much fear and pain inside I figured I'd just burn it to the ground 'Cause I've been in the wind so long to turn my head and face the dawn Would mean I'd have to turn this ship around Can we write a story backwards? Can we start it at the end? Are we born to die or dying to be born again? Are we dying To be born again? Are we dying? Can we write a story backwards? Can we start it at the end? Are we born to die or dying to be born again? To be born again Crooked, narrow, dark and steep, with every step, I pray to keep My footing on the brink of the abyss