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