this is the best I can make out... I've added in a few of my suggestions for the words you're missing.
One time when I stood crazy on the brink of life
With a bible in my hand
I sit for I could only storm against my wife
For I’m in quicksand
Horizons they begin to map infinity
Diminished me as I
Was estranged from the very heart that I possessed
Well then, I curled up and died
I said I am not free
And this world is killing me
Yes, I am not free
Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot
A strange sound I followed it down when I walked
And so I walked and walked
Inside dialogues sprung up with myself; I felt me talk
And so I talked and talked
I sang, "I am not free
And this world is killing me
Yes, I am not free
Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot"
Walked out in summers everyday
Winters everyday
Golden no string like a train at the station pulling off
Became my mystical self, my other self
Became knowledgeable about myself
Looked around
Sucked up the juice, sucked up the juice, sucked up the juice of it
Cold like the [sack of rounds]
I was torn and then I thought about times
They sang them wrong, I cuffed them round the ears
I said "oh oh some free men and those little rhymes"
They sung "I am not free
And this world is killing me
I am not free
Perhaps I'm meant to be forgot"
And people say it
I am not free
All around me
Thought is killing me
[dull as dry men]
I am not free
But I wouldn't join in
I was not meant to be forgot
So as I Bernard Cribbens
Call me double-o size but rising
Like Basketball Jones
Lionel-size but rising
Dinky Toy size every day rising
Growing higher and higher
Coming out of the mire, the mire
And burning in the fire
Burning in the fire
I sang pronounce my name right
I sang pronounce my everything right
I could be higher and higher
Love know [limits knowledge] gnostic odysseys
They are what we will be
They are what we will be
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