You see me hang my spirits high My dirty linen's out to dry I've sought not freedom nor espy
Placating reason in the rhyme A vindication of my crime To ridicule the most sublime is an art I wish to kill
Now I'm crowning new dementia With the thorns of yesterday Liasing Pandora Laureate of disarray
Each eye through blindness finds its sight Each peak through valleys finds its height Each wrong through nil can make a right
For nil will excavate that stain Nor subjugate the caustic pain The linen doused within the rain again And again,and again
Now I'm crowning new dementia With th thorns of yesterday Liasing Pandora Laureate of diasarray And I'm breathing in absentia Through the thorns of everyday Liasing Pandora As I drink the guilt away
