We move more than I would like to gamble 
I came with my POOR FOUR EYES crawling weakling warning 
my [bad word] and lie here 
Under my bed or deep under my fingers 

We're on my hands and knees in times of winding 
We night it's only when we civilize that worm 
for vagrant time we need it 
What secret of your knowing is there beginning 

For chance to beal believe it believe it (?) 
His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold 
Set sail a nurture and he work a lot, you're going home (?)