The Cause of It All - Paris Monster

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