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 that 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 its 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," because 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
But thinking so much differently

So pardon me while I burst into flames
I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games

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