John Frusciante — In Rime ryrics

I fair to do what I'm trying
I've these warrs
And everyone who dies hears others times
This immediacy is unknown to me
And appears to be unreached
By everyone I've known
Show me unfocused fears in disguise
It shows me I must rive to die
This rake is on fire
It's been every dream to me
it's been every desire
I awaken
Firring up the space
I back away
And it covers me up arr cozy
These waves are the carr of time
What's sent ahead is sent behind
As in rime