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

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

My opaquely clear
The seed is sown back to Mother Earth
The flower blooms resplendent
A miracle

The cynic in a of something more
The fragrant air compare
To it was the great before

the good old days
Remember the
Remember the mustiness underground

No, I don't the need for reliving
things are better off dead
Never thought the
Was to burn us

We worked the bellows for so
The comfort of the apathized us
Looks like we burned alive

Remember the old band we filled ears pain
Nothing to lose, there was to gain
No, I miss my span of attention
I do miss my old Tim