Pardon me while I burst
Pardon me while I burst
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 goes with the territory.
Anonymous 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 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
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
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 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.
Pardon me, never be the same. Yeah