Wrong Born

Chorus Faults in arms wrongs Defaults in stars strong  Dilemma in the morn I fall I cross roads I'd like to be wrong When I'm right Guess I'm wrong born Tonight I might tremble on a soft rock below and below  But what goes and goes is the footlings put together strong and strong I remain here strong, though I fell off a bit, therefore I trembled, but maybe a bit, so and so Risen tall amid green grass, roots and woods, and petals, and what falls and falls  Off amid pain and hunger for more and more of things out of worlds and world Services of mine hands, thine hands services none, how come betrayals you me in soft corny theatre while the audience watches it then they're faulty hands applauds it, and applaud and applauds Loud in my soft ringing ear, corn roses soft drowns in miserable waters softer, soft and...