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.