Tongues out lickin lookin at the burnt feet basted in oil
In my backyard eating grass Spitting it out
Frying on the tarmac Eating in a shelter
While a dead 6 leg insect makes me shout
Hammer meets thumb splinter meets fingertip
Paint meets shirt and sweat meets eyes
And I’m dead outside tip-stepping to a heaven
Sky falls hard and hits me with surprise

The fire in the sky burns through my pane
And it’s past 100 degrees
The clouds have all parted and soon I’ll be departed
If there isn’t ever a breeze

Antiperspirant a drug Everyone is addicted to
Every crack and every crevice exposed to the hot hard truth
Can you believe that the trees are alive
If we meet our demise in a season we despise
Becoming red and wet is something to get used to
Even though we used to laugh and play I wish that I could freeze
I’m scared to go outside cause my mind hits the sky and they don’t agree
And the conditioner won’t get us fixed because we already use too much if you know what I mean

The fire in the sky burns through my pane
And it’s past 100 degrees
The clouds have all parted and soon I’ll be departed
If there isn’t ever a breeze

I want a life where I can live
And breathe and see without being blurry
My house is a mirage
Because the espionage has broken through
And the enemy is everywhere

Lurk in the dark and I’m still too hot
Got to dry off living off cool air I find anywhere
Can I please get a breeze if the heat won’t tease me anymore, just let me in the door, I begging you please,

The fire in the sky burns through my pane
And it’s past 100 degrees
The clouds have all parted and soon I’ll be departed
If there isn’t ever a breeze