What I see is what I be

I shall point creel in body in torture

And for what's and for what's?

What I see is what I be

I shall point beat in body in torture

Dared the shredded time

Down come to be

Down come to be, wells afford

And for what's, and for what's?

And find my mind tram intent

The deep, the scale to what the truth

A mind part my strong intent

To deep, the scale to what the truth

Awake in fume of this hypocrite chum

Brake turned glance with pieces of

I am broken man, prop me here

Prop me here or let me go

Awake in fume of this hypocrite chum

Brake turned glance with pieces

Thrown the barrow of broken man

To here I am, you chop me out for getting mind

I gave you mind, prop me here

Prop me here or let me go