Forget Tracy - Stained Lyrics

I will impersonate a man
His name: Alonso Quijana
A country gentleman, no longer young
Being retired, he has much time for books
He studies them from morn till night and often through the night till morn again
And all he reads oppresses him
Fills him with indignation at man's murderous ways towards man
He ponders the problem
How to make better a world where evil brings profit and virtue none at all
Where fraud, deceit and malice are mingled with truth and sincerity
He broods and broods and broods and broods and broods and finally his brains dry up
He lays down the melancholy burden of sanity
And conceives the strangest project ever imagined
To become a knight-errant
And sally forth to roam the world in search of adventures
To right all wrongs
To mount a crusade
To raise up the weak and those in need
No longer will he be plain Alonso Quijana
But a dauntless knight known as Don Quixote de La Mancha

Run away
You know I haven't seen your face in quite a while
Every day
I try to make a little sense out of the mire
All I know
Is they'll try to be your friend
Holy Ghost
The hardest part is waking to another trend

Who knows where madness lies
Are you here to kill the sinner or the saint
And as the ember dies
Are you here to take my soul or watch me faint
And as I lie in my bed
Would it kill to dream
When it takes my life
To see reality, oh

Would it be mad or sane
When we could
Fill the empty vastness
Cover every canvas
Fight sorrow, pain and sadness
Windmills and hurricanes

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies
Perhaps to be too practical is madness
To surrender dreams, this may be madness
To seek treasure where there is only trash
Too much sanity may be madness
And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be