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Brilliant, a word something dumb
You to desecrate the villain I've become
A prophet, not to be made but
in tongues and sarcasm

To me plain, to you absurd
You don't me let alone my intent
do not always self represent
I don't feel in explaining

My conscience clear
The seed is sown back to Mother Earth
The flower blooms fumes
A rebirth

The cynic in a of something more
The fragrant air cannot
To what it was the great

Remember the good old
Remember the
Remember the sweet mustiness

No, I don't feel the need for
Some things are off dead
thought the furnace
Was to burn us

We the bellows for so long
The of the fire apathized us
Looks like we burned alive

Remember the old band we ears with pain
Nothing to lose, there was nothing to
No, I don't my span of attention
I do my old friend Tim