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-We are lost in sanity;- |
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-We have lost insanity- |
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[Inspired by Don Quixote de La Mancha] |
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A restless wind turns |
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As troubled waters churn |
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Blind vision unfurls anon |
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With the mantle of prophecy |
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Battling sailless windmills [x2] |
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Peons his peers |
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As he to they may appear |
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The paragon of trickery |
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Upon the altar of ignominy |
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Battling sailless windmills |
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And the lisp of cherished lips |
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Lifts the lilt of idiocracy |
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His raiment of white |
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Tainted black with hypocrisy |
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Hating the hated, hateful of hatred |
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Reflecting an eye to see |
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Through the veil of mediocrity |
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A silver tongue wagging |
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To pretensions visionary |
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Splits the tangent with sermons of perfidy |
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And so now forked, swallowed and choked |
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Retched back for a new soliloquy |
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"Sanity may be madness |
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But maddest of all is |
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To see life as it is |
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And not as it should be" |
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[Lead - Dan Mongrain] |
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His face a polished mask |
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Cracks a line in the glass |
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Reflecting back |
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So the eye can now see |
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Through the veil of |
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Mediocrity |
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Battling sailless windmills [x2] |
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For he is no more than they |
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To him becoming fair prey |
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Even if he so aspires |
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Entombed in lofty spires |
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Battling sailless windmills |
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A soul riddled with scars |
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With the mien of mortuaries |
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To the bitter pride |
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Of tuberculosis |
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Hating the hated |
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Hateful of hatred |
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Reflecting an eye to see |
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Through the veil of mediocrity |
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Perched above so high |
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Air alone to impress |
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Self-serving |
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And vainglorious |
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Waiting for praise. |
