Songtext von We Threw Gasoline On The Fire And Now We Have Stumps For Arms And No Eyebrows

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 dont know me let alone my intent actions do not always self represent i dont feel urgency in explaining my conscience so vaguely clear the seed is she leads 'em back to mother earth flower blooms its splendid fumes a miricle rebirth sinin' in the search of something more the fragrant air cannot compare to what it was the day before 'member the good old days 'member the sound 'member the sweet musty mist underground no i dont feel the need for reliving somethings are better off dead never thought the furnace was gonna burn us we worked the bellows for so long the comfort of the fire apethize us looks like we burned ourself alive 'member the old van we filled ears with pain nothing to lose there was nothing to gain i dont miss my span of attention i do miss my old friend tim