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Brilliant, a describing something dumb
You create to the villain I've become
A prophet not to be but heard
Speaks in tongues and sarcasm, to me it's plain, to you

You don't me, let alone my intent
Actions do not self represent
I feel urgency in explaining
My conscience clear

Seed is gently sown to mother earth
The flower blooms resplendent fumes a rebirth
The cynic in a search of more
The fragrant air cannot compare to what it was the great

'Member the old days, 'member the sound
the sweet mustiness underground
No, I don't feel the for relivin'
Some things are better off

thought the furnace was gonna burn us
We the bellows for so long
Comfort of the apathized us
Looks like we ourselves alive

'Member the old band we filled ears with
Nothing to lose, there was nothing to
I don't miss my span of
I do miss my old Tim