Dear mother all in all, i beseech
Whose mother denounced even the son who is beserk?
Even when her nerves creek
She never forgot, angers brakes to screach.

well, it seems that each one is to error
Does that reduce the horor?
But for the expressed sorrow
You will wipe away the creases and furrows.

That is our hope dear mother
We need you dear soother
For all around is no smoother
Maybe, the why we falter.

I just wonder if you hear them
I just wonder if you harrass any
I just wonder about penalties
Just wondering if there are hells!