It burns me every time...

When I touch your air...

It just isn't fair...

Just the thought that's burning into another thought...

That dreams into another thought of the sun's thoughts...

Melting in the glory of another thought...

That's blistering the thought of your thought into my thoughts...

Molten drought...

Molded fire...

Stomping soot into the Phoenix's mouth...

Breathing the barren wasteland upon my sour skin...

The amazon tingles its weather down my body...

All thanks to your sticky humidity...