| Pardon me while I burst
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| Pardon me while I burst
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| A decade ago, I never thought I would be
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| At twenty-three on the verge of spontaneous combustion
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| Woe-is-me
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| But I guess that it comes with the territory
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| An ominous landscape of never ending calamity
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| I need you to hear, I need you to see
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| That I have had all that I can take
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| And exploding seems like a definite possibility
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| To me
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| So pardon me while I burst into flames
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| I’ve had enough of the world and its people’s mindless games
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| So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame
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| Pardon me, pardon me… I’ll never be the same
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| Not two days ago, I was having a look
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| In a book and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees
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| I said, «I can relate,» because lately I’ve been
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| Thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from
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| The burdens of the planet earth
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| Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D
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| But thinking so much differently
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| So pardon me while I burst into flames
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| I’ve had enough of the world and its people’s mindless games
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| So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame
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| Pardon me, pardon me… I’ll never be the same
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| Never be the same, yeah
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| Pardon me while I burst into flames
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| Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me
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| So pardon me while I burst into flames
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| I’ve had enough of the world and its people’s mindless games
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| So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame
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| Pardon me, pardon me… I’ll never be the same
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| Pardon me, never be the same, yeah |