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 an 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 knee. 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... but thinking so much differently.
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!
Never be the same, yeah... Pardon me, while I burst into flames... Pardon me, pardon me, pardon 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!