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

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

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

The cynic in a search of more
The fragrant air cannot
To it was the great before

Remember the good old
the sound
Remember the sweet underground

No, I feel the need for reliving
Some things are off dead
thought the furnace
Was going to us

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

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