A decade ago, I never thought I would be, at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me. But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite
possibility to me. So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's
mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me....
I'll never be the same. Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a guy
fried up above his knees. I said, "I can relate," cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication as
a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth. Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of
being in 3-D... and thinking so much differently. So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had
enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.