The day drags by like a wounded animal  The approaching disease, 92 degrees  The blood oin 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  Snakey lines 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 wrythes and bites within,  Just below the sweating sun  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  Shaky lines on the horizon  Snakey lines invade each person  Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees