「The Outsider」

The greatest pain I know I find inside, outside In all places the wailing song of the outsider The most excruciating shriek I know Is the cry of the dying man, dying of the wretched one I'm coming in now, and coming now for myself And I am a part of him, and he of me And I, and I, and I, and I in the same circle And all in the same round, within the same wheel I am the sense he sought, and he hath, he hath all sense And is spinning now in the same wheel, oh wheel Is there a, is there a freedom Is there a, a deliverance A freedom from it And I in the same circle And all in the same round, within the same wheel I am the sense he sought, and he hath, he hath all sense And is spinning now in the same wheel, oh wheel Is there a, is there a freedom Is there a, a deliverance A freedom from it And I…