Sangtekst: Incubus. Make Yourself. Pardon Me.

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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