The day drags by like a wounded animal The approaching disease, 92 degrees The blood in our veins and the brains in our head The approaching unease, 92 degrees
Long ago in the headlines, they noticed it too But too late for the loved ones, and nearly for you
Shaky lines on the horizon Snaky thoughts invade each person Watch the red line creeping upwards Watch the sanity line weaken The volcanic depths of Hades' ocean Bubble under, these crazed eruptions It wriggles and writhes and bites within Just below the sweating skin
I wondered when this would happen again Now I watch the red line, reach that number again The blood in our veins and the brains in our head
Drink the water with jagged glass Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth Not 91 or 93 But 92 Fahrenheit degrees Drink the water with jagged glass Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth Not 91 or 93 But 92 Fahrenheit degrees
Shaky lines on the horizon Snaky thoughts invade each person Not 91 or 93 But 92 Fahrenheit degreesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
