Words can never justify
That I have never spoken [bad word] broken
I try to understand
My wordless, little language
Is all you'll ever need
To reach the bottom of my basement

She'll guide you through her midnight hall
And offer you a place on the
Gallery wall
Perhaps you'll hear 'bout our history
She quotes from texts on [bad word] 
You gladly follow when she takes
Your hand and lead you further down
The corridor

You peeled the [bad word] but threw away
The stones
did it taste sweet?