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.