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 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 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. Now 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 welcome vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth. Like gravity hypocrisy and the perils of being in 3-D. But thinking so much differently. 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. 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. Pardon me I'll never be the same yeah