Get back to the causing of it all
That virtue burrows deep into the heart
And holds, the falling in (?) everything
And so values preservation over action
But I want to see now
Shame to be caught
It's only in everything
My friends have good intentions, well informed
Yet are alarmed to see the freaks come crawling out
End up to me
Begging brother bore then I am bound to be
And ever bleak
But back up when you never mind but blink at least
I know these poor
These lonely freaks
For a long time
My own, the old deformed or weak
I see no freaks
Get back to the causing of it all
Without waiting wasting world or wasting thought
With our phone to cover in everything
Self satisfied as weeks (?) nonsense
Go to bed when there were no veils and (?)
Ever bleak
Back up like the peasent for the wheelchair freak
A king (?) miss wonder local motive seat
I've known these poor
These lonely freaks
For a long time
My own, the old devormed or weak
I see no freaks
Back up for a moment, took a breath at least
Back up to the moment when it mattered least
And get back to the causing of it all
That one perfetic strike into bell
And told my (?) everyting