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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 it's plain, to you
You know me let alone my intent
do not always self represent
I feel urgency in explaining

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

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

Remember the good old
the sound
Remember the mustiness underground

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

We worked the for so long
The of the fire apathized us
like we burned ourselves alive

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