Fireage from Subservient by Perception Check

When you step outside, it all comes crashing down
The rays burning your skin, sweat envelops your brow
Don't worry, man, it's just a couple degrees
You didn't think it'd be this bad, did you?

Fires surrounding, the heat not dissipating
Lungs filling with smoke, it's getting harder to breathe
Rations are scarce, - it's all toxic
And it's plastic; it's all consuming me

It's getting hot in here
It's burning up in here
It's getting crowded in here
How did we get here?

Feeling like it's automatic
Feeling like we've lost control
Conversation optional
Relief unobtainable

You never really know how much difference a few degrees makes
Until you're forced to measure once and cut twice

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