Heron Flow 2

I mean really, this some sick shit ain't it?
The man, has lost his mind, almost bout' as quick as he found it
And it's dark in there, in his mind
He gon' ask himself questions, to which no answer be
Damned if he- no, damned if we don't find out
I don't see no ladder, but they keep tellin' us to climb out it's dark down here
How is that we've come to quantify the whole of a man
Only by what he looks like in the light
Well, dot dot dittit dot dot dash