Brilliant, we're describing something dumb
You create to desecrate
The villian I've become
A prophet, not to be made but heard
Speaks in tongues and sarcasms
To me it's glee, 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 consience opaquely clear

The seed is gently sown back to mother earth
The flower blooms the splendid youth
The miracle rebirth
The cynic in the search for something more
The fragrant air could not compare
To what it was, the great before

Remember the good old days
Remember the sound
Remember the sweet mustiness underground
No I don't feel the need for re-livin'
Some things are better off dead

Never thought the furnace was gonna burn us
We've worked the bellows for so long
The comfort and the fire apathized us
Looks like we've 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