If all these people hated me
will you hate me as well?

If all these people laugh at me
will you laugh with them?

If all these people left me stranded
will you leave me as well?

Well, everything is left unsaid

To say that the metaphysical mystique of the human race
is an imaginary condition is a gross denial of evolutional
principle .  What then is the nature of problematic prosthesis,
the personification of sartorial perfection , or the picturesque
visage of spectral grace ?

For many long years I have wandered
For many long years I have roamed
Now a voice in my head is calling
Calling me back to my south country home

I have wandered your tropical forests
Experienced the hot desert sun
Climbed your mountains snow capped peaks
In your lakes and blue seas I have swum

Now a voice in my head is calling me back
Back to where I was born
Once more to walk in the pine woods
Beneath the warm summer sun

Many years ago I did leave her
As a youth so fearless and bold
Now I hear my south country calling me back
To the place where I can grow gracefully old

I'll never forget the friends that I made
As I wandered your far distant shores
And if ever you visit my south country
You'll find a welcome sign over my door.

Off the beaten track by the skin of one's breath, bowed down made to last, seaminly lost and gone, containing nothing but shattered peices of broken glass, mind going insane tossing turning, body weak muscles aching possessions held inside giving long, loud, piercing cry or cries expressing extreme emotional pain, I cannot help myself can you hear me screaming I'm afraid I'm ganna die get me out of here, heart is beating faster are you listening, don't leave me alone falling apart from nothingness seems strange I don't want to say goodbye, your ganna have to hear those words I'm broken and lost,
I hear those whispers in dark when darkness comes I feel alone, wanna turn and run it's keeping me down every day I try standing.