Aberration

I've got my frighteners on
And its mask a frightening
Subconsciousness
I'll don all with my head shorn
Weather my sense of the impossible
Which invariably can turn
Very probable, even troublesome
Add it to my aberration
And all the things I've, things I've never done...
My poor heart so bloody sure
That it is karl denver
Every time she draws near;
And I feel a yodelling tremor
Signalling...
Full ahead my abashment is on
I guess I should be gone...home
I'm swathed...
No wonder that I sweat
Take a glance at her...
Like a mother's suckling baby I wept
Cut my swathe..
No wonder I sweat
Take a glance at her...
Rosary beads
And I wept. from my brow
I don't want it now?
Even when I did
I didn't know why?
If? or just how troublesome
Add it to my aberration
Of all the things, all the things
I've never done
My poor heart so bloody sure
That it's karl denver
Every time she draws near;
And I feel a yodelling tremor
Signalling...
Full ahead my abashment is on