Brilliant? We're 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
  Seen as jealousy so fast across the earth
  Flower blooms it's planting fumes
  The miracle rebirth
  A cynic, in the search of something more
  The fragrant air cannot compare
  To what it was the day 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 going to 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.
    [ Thanks Gabo for correction ]