Brilliant? We're describing something dumb

You create to desecrate the villain I've become

A prophet, not to be made but heard

Speaks in tongues and sarcasm

To me it's plain, to you absurd

You don't know me let alone my intent

Actions do not always self represent

I don't feel urgency in explaining

My conscience so vaguely clear



Seen as jealousy so fast across the earth

Flower blooms it's planting fumes

The miracle rebirth

A cynic, in the search of something more

The fragrant air cannot compare

To what it was the day before



Remember the good old days

Remember the sound

Remember the sweet mustiness underground

No, I don't feel the need for relivin'

Some things are better off dead



Never thought the furnace

Was going to burn us

We worked the bellows for so long

The comfort of the fire appetize us

Looks like we burned ourselves alive



Remember the old band we filled ears with pain

Nothing to lose there was nothing to gain

I don't miss my span of attention

I do miss my old friend Tim