brilliant
a word describing something dumb
you create to desecrate
the villain i've become
a prophet
not to be made but heard
speaks in tongues and sarcasms
to me its glee, to you absurd
you dont know me let alone my intent
actions do not always self represent
i dont feel urgency in explaining
my conscience opaquely clear
the seed is
gently sewn back to mother earth
flower blooms its splendid fumes
a miracle rebirth
a cynic
in the search of something more
the fragrant air cannot compare
to what it was
the great before
'member the good old days
'member the sound
'member the sweet mustyness underground
no i dont feel the need for reliving
somethings are better off dead
never thought the furnace
was gonna burn us
we worked the bellows for so long
the comfort of the fire
apethize us
looks like we burned ourself alive
'member the old van we filled ears with pain
nothing to lose there was nothing to gain
i dont miss my span of attention
i do miss my old friend tim
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brilliant
a word describing something dumb
you create to desecrate
the villain i've become
a prophet
not to be made but heard
speaks in tongues and sarcasms
to me its glee, to you absurd
you dont know me let alone my intent
actions do not always self represent
i dont feel urgency in explaining
my conscience opaquely clear
the seed is
gently sewn back to mother earth
flower blooms its splendid fumes
a miracle rebirth
a cynic
in the search of something more
the fragrant air cannot compare
to what it was
the great before
'member the good old days
'member the sound
'member the sweet mustyness underground
no i dont feel the need for reliving
somethings are better off dead
never thought the furnace
was gonna burn us
we worked the bellows for so long
the comfort of the fire
apethize us
looks like we burned ourself alive
'member the old van we filled ears with pain
nothing to lose there was nothing to gain
i dont miss my span of attention
i do miss my old friend tim
a word describing something dumb
you create to desecrate
the villain i've become
a prophet
not to be made but heard
speaks in tongues and sarcasms
to me its glee, to you absurd
you dont know me let alone my intent
actions do not always self represent
i dont feel urgency in explaining
my conscience opaquely clear
the seed is
gently sewn back to mother earth
flower blooms its splendid fumes
a miracle rebirth
a cynic
in the search of something more
the fragrant air cannot compare
to what it was
the great before
'member the good old days
'member the sound
'member the sweet mustyness underground
no i dont feel the need for reliving
somethings are better off dead
never thought the furnace
was gonna burn us
we worked the bellows for so long
the comfort of the fire
apethize us
looks like we burned ourself alive
'member the old van we filled ears with pain
nothing to lose there was nothing to gain
i dont miss my span of attention
i do miss my old friend tim