Lost In Sanity
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โฑ๏ธ 4:57 duration
๐ ID: 1172128
๐ Lyrics
A restless wind turns
As troubled waters churn
Blind vision unfurls anon
With the mantle of prophecy
Battling sailless windmills
Battling sailless windmills
Peons his peers
As he to they may appear
The paragon of trickery
Upon the altar of ignominy
Battling sailless windmills
And the lisp of cherished lips
Lifts the lilt of idiocracy
His raiment of white
Tainted black with hypocrisy
Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
Reflecting an eye to see
Through the veil of mediocrity
A silver tongue wagging
To pretensions visionary
Splits the tangent with sermons of perfidy
And so now forked, swallowed and choked
Retched back for a new soliloquy
"Sanity may be madness
But maddest of all is
To see life as it is
And not as it should be"
His face a polished mask
Cracks a line in the glass
Reflecting back
So the eye can now see
Through the veil of
Mediocrity
Battling sailless windmills
Battling sailless windmills
For he is no more than they
To him becoming fair prey
Even if he so aspires
Entombed in lofty spires
Battling sailless windmills
A soul riddled with scars
With the mien of mortuaries
To the bitter pride
Of tuberculosis
Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
Reflecting an eye to see
Through the veil of mediocrity
Perched above so high
Air alone to impress
Self-serving
And vainglorious
Waiting for praise
As troubled waters churn
Blind vision unfurls anon
With the mantle of prophecy
Battling sailless windmills
Battling sailless windmills
Peons his peers
As he to they may appear
The paragon of trickery
Upon the altar of ignominy
Battling sailless windmills
And the lisp of cherished lips
Lifts the lilt of idiocracy
His raiment of white
Tainted black with hypocrisy
Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
Reflecting an eye to see
Through the veil of mediocrity
A silver tongue wagging
To pretensions visionary
Splits the tangent with sermons of perfidy
And so now forked, swallowed and choked
Retched back for a new soliloquy
"Sanity may be madness
But maddest of all is
To see life as it is
And not as it should be"
His face a polished mask
Cracks a line in the glass
Reflecting back
So the eye can now see
Through the veil of
Mediocrity
Battling sailless windmills
Battling sailless windmills
For he is no more than they
To him becoming fair prey
Even if he so aspires
Entombed in lofty spires
Battling sailless windmills
A soul riddled with scars
With the mien of mortuaries
To the bitter pride
Of tuberculosis
Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
Reflecting an eye to see
Through the veil of mediocrity
Perched above so high
Air alone to impress
Self-serving
And vainglorious
Waiting for praise
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:42.90] A restless wind turns
[00:45.75] As troubled waters churn
[00:48.03] Blind vision unfurls anon
[00:50.38] With the mantle of prophecy
[00:52.94]
[00:53.43] Battling sailless windmills
[00:58.36] Battling sailless windmills
[01:00.96]
[01:01.77] Peons his peers
[01:03.53] As he to they may appear
[01:06.01] The paragon of trickery
[01:08.48] Upon the altar of ignominy
[01:11.30]
[01:12.07] Battling sailless windmills
[01:14.22]
[01:14.77] And the lisp of cherished lips
[01:17.42] Lifts the lilt of idiocracy
[01:19.89] His raiment of white
[01:22.19] Tainted black with hypocrisy
[01:24.81]
[01:24.93] Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
[01:29.07] Reflecting an eye to see
[01:31.29] Through the veil of mediocrity
[01:35.43]
[01:43.02] A silver tongue wagging
[01:44.99] To pretensions visionary
[01:47.50] Splits the tangent with sermons of perfidy
[01:52.07] And so now forked, swallowed and choked
[01:57.23] Retched back for a new soliloquy
[02:01.03]
[02:10.59] "Sanity may be madness
[02:12.63] But maddest of all is
[02:14.94] To see life as it is
[02:17.03] And not as it should be"
[02:19.97]
[03:28.41] His face a polished mask
[03:30.80] Cracks a line in the glass
[03:33.32] Reflecting back
[03:34.47] So the eye can now see
[03:36.09] Through the veil of
[03:37.37] Mediocrity
[03:38.48]
[03:39.21] Battling sailless windmills
[03:43.60] Battling sailless windmills
[03:45.99]
[03:46.80] For he is no more than they
[03:49.45] To him becoming fair prey
[03:51.49] Even if he so aspires
[03:53.67] Entombed in lofty spires
[03:56.10]
[03:57.21] Battling sailless windmills
[03:59.77]
[04:00.28] A soul riddled with scars
[04:02.59] With the mien of mortuaries
[04:05.10] To the bitter pride
[04:06.73] Of tuberculosis
[04:09.41]
[04:10.01] Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
[04:14.53] Reflecting an eye to see
[04:16.62] Through the veil of mediocrity
[04:20.72]
[04:28.49] Perched above so high
[04:30.36] Air alone to impress
[04:32.92] Self-serving
[04:33.83] And vainglorious
[04:35.88] Waiting for praise
[04:48.63]
[00:45.75] As troubled waters churn
[00:48.03] Blind vision unfurls anon
[00:50.38] With the mantle of prophecy
[00:52.94]
[00:53.43] Battling sailless windmills
[00:58.36] Battling sailless windmills
[01:00.96]
[01:01.77] Peons his peers
[01:03.53] As he to they may appear
[01:06.01] The paragon of trickery
[01:08.48] Upon the altar of ignominy
[01:11.30]
[01:12.07] Battling sailless windmills
[01:14.22]
[01:14.77] And the lisp of cherished lips
[01:17.42] Lifts the lilt of idiocracy
[01:19.89] His raiment of white
[01:22.19] Tainted black with hypocrisy
[01:24.81]
[01:24.93] Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
[01:29.07] Reflecting an eye to see
[01:31.29] Through the veil of mediocrity
[01:35.43]
[01:43.02] A silver tongue wagging
[01:44.99] To pretensions visionary
[01:47.50] Splits the tangent with sermons of perfidy
[01:52.07] And so now forked, swallowed and choked
[01:57.23] Retched back for a new soliloquy
[02:01.03]
[02:10.59] "Sanity may be madness
[02:12.63] But maddest of all is
[02:14.94] To see life as it is
[02:17.03] And not as it should be"
[02:19.97]
[03:28.41] His face a polished mask
[03:30.80] Cracks a line in the glass
[03:33.32] Reflecting back
[03:34.47] So the eye can now see
[03:36.09] Through the veil of
[03:37.37] Mediocrity
[03:38.48]
[03:39.21] Battling sailless windmills
[03:43.60] Battling sailless windmills
[03:45.99]
[03:46.80] For he is no more than they
[03:49.45] To him becoming fair prey
[03:51.49] Even if he so aspires
[03:53.67] Entombed in lofty spires
[03:56.10]
[03:57.21] Battling sailless windmills
[03:59.77]
[04:00.28] A soul riddled with scars
[04:02.59] With the mien of mortuaries
[04:05.10] To the bitter pride
[04:06.73] Of tuberculosis
[04:09.41]
[04:10.01] Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
[04:14.53] Reflecting an eye to see
[04:16.62] Through the veil of mediocrity
[04:20.72]
[04:28.49] Perched above so high
[04:30.36] Air alone to impress
[04:32.92] Self-serving
[04:33.83] And vainglorious
[04:35.88] Waiting for praise
[04:48.63]