We Threw Gasoline...

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 so vaguely clear

The seed is gently sown back to mother earth

The flower blooms it's planting fumes, the miracle rebirth

The cynic, in the search of something more

The fragrant air cannot 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 relivin'

Some things are better off dead

Never thought the furnace was gonna burn us

We worked the bellows for so long

The comfort of the fire appetize us

Looks like we 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