[01:04.406]You see me hang my spirits high
[01:17.473]My dirty linen's out to dry
[01:28.708]I've sought not freedom nor espy
[01:37.021]Placating reason in the rhyme
[01:43.442]A vindication of my crime
[01:49.583]To ridicule the most sublime is an art I wish to kill
[02:26.567]Now I'm crowning new dementia
[02:29.534]With the thorns of yesterday
[02:32.442]Liaising Pandora
[02:35.348]Laureate of disarray
[02:57.488]Each eye through blindness finds its sight
[03:10.739]Each peak through valleys finds its height
[03:22.113]Each wrong through nil can make a right
[03:30.020]For nil will excavate that stain
[03:36.328]Nor subjugate the caustic pain
[03:42.316]The linen doused within the rain again
[03:49.895]And again, and again
[04:51.961]Now I'm crowning new dementia
[04:54.507]With the thorns of yesterday
[04:57.305]Liaising Pandora
[05:00.868]Laureate of disarray
[05:03.821]And I'm breathing in absentia
[05:06.524]Through the thorns of everyday
[05:10.055]Liaising Pandora
[05:12.727]As I drink the guilt away