All these fever dreams
Been broiling my brain it seems
Half-baked philosophies, bastard sons of Socrates
All these fantasies of revenge upon my enemies

Is it hot in here? Is it just me?
Is it this addiction of society
To burning daylight?
To warming up the night?
Sloughing off this wasted heat
Haunts my troubled, fitful sleep

What kind of government would steal my sunshine
Like they're trying to take my time?
How many ways will they take to cross my party line
Try to change my mind or chain my mind?
People you got to cool your heels
Don't spend your life just spinning wheels
It's a slow heat death, wasted your breath
Paper chasing dollar bills

Is it hot in here? Is it just me?
I can see so clear the dimming of the luminary
This modern era apathy
Sloughing off this wasted heat
Haunts my troubled fitful sleep

People you got to cool your heels
Don't spend your life spinning wheels
It's slow heat death, wasted your breath
Paper chasing dollar bills

Is it hot in here? Is it just me?
Is it this addiction of society
To burning daylight?
To warming up the night?
Sloughing off this wasted heat
Haunts my troubled, fitful sleep

Feels like I'm sparring with the devil but the playing field ain't level
There's an awful lot of steam just rolling off of me
Why must I take it all upon myself
To break the fall of all these citizens
Who just can't make up their minds
It's getting hotter all the time
They just can't make up their minds
It's getting hotter all the time

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