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Brilliant, a describing something dumb
You create to desecrate the I've become
A prophet, not to be made but
Speaks in tongues and

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

My conscience clear
The is gently sown back to Mother Earth
The blooms resplendent fumes
A rebirth

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

the good old days
Remember the
Remember the sweet underground

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

We worked the for so long
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 don't miss my span of
I do my old friend Tim