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Now i m crowning new dementia, each wrong through nil can make a right, i ve sought not freedom nor espy
Liaising pandora, a vindication of my crime, for nil will excavate that strain
for nil will excavate that strain
and i m breathing in absentia
again and again and again
To ridicule the most sublime, a vindication of my crime, now i m crowning new dementia
Laureate of disarray, my dirty linen s out to dry
I ve sought not freedom nor espy, i ve sought not freedom nor espy, liaising pandora
Through the thorns of every day, with the thorns of yesterday
each peak through valleys finds its height
Each eye through blindness finds its sight, nor subjugate the caustic pain Liaising, each wrong through nil can make a right
Laureate of disarray, with the thorns of yesterday
Liaising pandora, each wrong through nil can make a right
liaising pandora
to ridicule the most sublime
With the thorns of yesterday, laureate of disarray Liaising, my dirty linen s out to dry
liaising pandora
For nil will excavate that strain, the linen doused within the rain Pandora, placating reason in the rhyme
Each eye through blindness finds its sight, liaising pandora Liaising, i ve sought not freedom nor espy
With the thorns of yesterday, liaising pandora
Now i m crowning new dementia, liaising pandora
Liaising pandora, laureate of disarray
With the thorns of yesterday, now i m crowning new dementia, i ve sought not freedom nor espy
The linen doused within the rain, with the thorns of yesterday
now i m crowning new dementia
Liaising pandora, laureate of disarray, each peak through valleys finds its height
With the thorns of yesterday, i ve sought not freedom nor espy
as i drink the guilt away
Liaising pandora, liaising pandora
With the thorns of yesterday, my dirty linen s out to dry, liaising pandora
you see me hang my spirits high
for nil will excavate that strain
My dirty linen s out to dry, to ridicule the most sublime, now i m crowning new dementia
Laureate of disarray, the linen doused within the rain, laureate of disarray
Again and again and again, a vindication of my crime
again and again and again
Each wrong through nil can make a right, each eye through blindness finds its sight, as i drink the guilt away
Nor subjugate the caustic pain, as i drink the guilt away
Nor subjugate the caustic pain, with the thorns of yesterday, is an art i wish to kill
nor subjugate the caustic pain
liaising pandora
The linen doused within the rain, liaising pandora
with the thorns of yesterday
now i m crowning new dementia
Through the thorns of every day, the linen doused within the rain
a vindication of my crime
the linen doused within the rain
Liaising pandora, through the thorns of every day, through the thorns of every day
nor subjugate the caustic pain
Placating reason in the rhyme, is an art i wish to kill
Is an art i wish to kill, liaising pandora
Laureate of disarray, through the thorns of every day
The linen doused within the rain, each eye through blindness finds its sight, as i drink the guilt away
Is an art i wish to kill, liaising pandora, and i m breathing in absentia