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Brilliant, a word describing something
You create to desecrate the I've become
A prophet, not to be but heard
Speaks in and sarcasm

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

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

The cynic in a search of something
The fragrant air compare
To what it was the great

the good old days
Remember the
Remember the mustiness underground

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

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

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