A Growing Disgust

I'm blind, won the favor Remembering I took in my name Ridin' in the fading You maybe might be crazy You're thinking like a sored beam Not very friendly Another worn, another hot fun You know I hate to settle this down Now it's here, now it's gone Mears on their finger Very heavy on the ground Now kill with a tune down I seem to be, I seem to [?] when A seagull in your eye Yellow like a bard I know the beast, I know the reading Find a way to get me home I see that ain't a word, feedin' [?] See the [?]