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.