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

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

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

The cynic in a search of more
The air cannot compare
To what it was the before

the good old days
Remember the
Remember the sweet mustiness

No, I feel the need for reliving
Some things are off dead
Never the furnace
Was to burn us

We worked the for so long
The comfort of the apathized us
Looks we burned ourselves alive

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