The approaching unease, 92 degrees
But too late for the loved ones and nearly for you
Snakey thoughts invade each person
The volcanic depths of Hades' ocean
Shaky lines on the horizon
Not 91 or 93 but 92 Fahrenheit degrees
Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth
Watch the sanity line weaken
Drink the water with jagged glass
I wondered when this would happen again
The blood in our veins and the brains in our head
Drink the water with jagged glass
It wriggles and writhes and bites within
Watch the red line creeping upwards
Shaky lines on the horizon
Long ago in the headlines, they noticed it too
Not 91 or 93 but 92 Fahrenheit degrees
Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth
Bubble under these crazed eruptions
Just below the sweating skin
Snakey thoughts invade each person
Now I watch the red line, reach that number again
The blood in our veins and the brains in our head
