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Brilliant, we're describing something dumb You create to desecrate The villian I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and sarcasms To me it's glee, 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 consience opaquely clear The seed is gently sown back to mother earth The flower blooms the splendid youth The miracle rebirth The cynic in the search for something more The fragrant air could not 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 re-livin' Some things are better off dead Never thought the furnace was gonna burn us Letras de cancionesWe've worked the bellows for so long The comfort and the fire apathized us Looks like we've 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 From Letras Mania