| Brilliant? |
| A word describing something dumb
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| You create to desecrate the villain I’ve become
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| A prophet, not to be made but heard
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| Speaks in tongues and sarcasm
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| To me it’s plain, to you absurd
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| You don’t know me let alone my intent
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| Actions do not always self represent
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| I don’t feel urgency in explaining
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| My conscience opaquely clear
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| The seed is gently sown back to mother earth
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| The flower blooms resplendent fumes
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| A miracle rebirth
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| The cynic in a search of something more
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| The fragrant air cannot compare
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| To what it was the great before
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| Remember the good old days
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| Remember the sound
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| Remember the sweet mustiness underground
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| No, I don’t feel the need for relivin'
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| Some things are better off dead
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| Never thought the furnace
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| Was going to burn us
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| We worked the bellows for so long
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| The comfort of the fire apathized us
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| Looks like we burned ourselves alive
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| Remember the old band we filled ears with pain
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| Nothing to lose there was nothing to gain
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| No I don’t miss my span of attention
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| I do miss my old friend Tim. |