Finer Truths, White Lies

What I see is what I be I shall point creel in body in torture 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 wells afford And for what's? And find my tram intent The deep the scale to what the truth A mind part my strong intent To deep the scale to what the truth Awaked in fume of this hypocrite chum Brake turned glace with pieces of I am broken man Prop me here or let me go Awaked in fume of this hypocrite chum Brake turned glace 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 or let me go