[00:53.568]They measure him by his blood-shot eyes[00:58.677]They measure him by his thick disguise[01:04.065]Those nights of doubt and loneliness[01:09.246]Inside the thoughts never rest[01:14.742]The jest, the pomp and the circumstance[01:20.144]Won't fill the void nor soothe his sense[01:25.407]He wears his secret like a cloak[01:30.786]Truth makes it harder to cope[01:36.534]By the most enlightened matter[01:41.238]I'll have your mind in the grip of my hand[01:46.257]You despise what's on your platter[01:51.371]Wish for a change, dreams will have bound you[02:46.672]Make peace with all you ever knew[02:51.574]Make peace with all you ever do[02:56.849]Make peace with it all[03:02.480]I won't let you fall[03:09.710]Nailed down hope and with fingers crossed[03:14.854]Pick up the dreams that were nearly lost[03:20.186]Race for home and trusting arms[03:25.601]The antic has forsaken the farce[03:31.563]When they shake him awake again[03:36.355]Torn from the calm by a judging hand[03:41.498]The daylight's hard when the mind's not free[03:46.829]The circle starts over again[03:52.788]By the most enlightened matter[03:57.247]I have your mind in the grip of my hand[04:02.463]All he's done is try to bury[04:07.492]Fleeing so far from the judge and the jury