We Threw Gasoline On The Fire And Now We Have Stumps For Arms And No Eyebrows - NOFX

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

The 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

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 apathized us

Looks like we burned ourselves alive

Remember the old band we filled ears with pain

Nothing to lose there was nothing to gain

No I don’t miss my span of attention

I do miss my old friend Tim.