When Things Turn Over

Nothing green under the sun

I wait
Nowhere to sit, too hot to run
Pockets in the air and I suffocate
I brush this filthy dirt
Off of my skin
One false move and I’m hurt

And there’s a million planes
The sky looks insane
The light is burning and it’s hurting my brain
And I don’t have much time
Think I might die
Isn’t it ironic cause I feel so alive?

Then I start to see things
That I don’t understand
Everything’s spinning and it’s getting outta hand
And I’m being consumed
Sinking into the ground
Vision’s turning blurry, suddenly there’s no sound
A temperature rise
As my skin turns to coal
Nothing to be left, not a speck of my soul