 
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 
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 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 going to burn us 
We rode the bounds 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 
 
| 1 | Don't Call Me White | 
| 2 | Linoleum | 
| 3 | Bob | 
| 4 | Lori Meyers | 
| 5 | Whoops, I Od'd | 
| 6 | You're Wrong | 
| 7 | The Decline | 
| 8 | Stickin In My Eye | 
| 9 | Franco Un-American | 
| 10 | Creeping Out Sara |