Skipping across the desert like a hot tamale lizard. Screaming like a salamander top of your lungs. Pants are on fire. I’m calling you a liar. Chomping on the ozone and having your fun. Going to burn up bone drought dry. Going to burn up bone drought dry. Someone’s told a lie! Going to burn up bone drought, hands. Hands as a lens, out the window across the field. Hands as a lens, out the window across the field.

It ain’t no optical illusion, so draw your own conclusion, that our icy world endings are melting two. Living in a greenhouse, where Burger King is King now. Picture all the children eating soylent green. Going to burn up bone drought dry. Hands. Going to burn up bone drought dry. Hands as a window. Profit do or die! Going to burn up bone drought. Hands!

Rain never comes unless it barrels through the thunder. Chop, chop all the trees down never breathing much rain. Horizontal lightning fingers, round and turning circles. Shifting through the sulfur skies and touching its ends. Going to burn up bone drought dry. Hands. Going to burn up bone drought dry. Hand as a window. Ripping holes in the sky! Going to burn up bone drought, hands. Hands as a lens, out the window across the field. Hands as a lens, out the window across the field.