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 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 opaquely clear Seed is gently sown back to mother earth The flower blooms resplendent fumes a miracle rebirth The cynic in a 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 mustiness underground No, I don't feel the need for relivin' Some things are better off dead Never thought the furnace was gonna burn us We worked the bellows for so long Comfort of the fire apathized us Looks like we burned ourselves alive 'Member 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