All Kinds of Fires Inside Our Heads

The number of bodies i have is equal to the number of gurney transfers that are televised. If we’re all “just human” then who is responsible? A fire station drying out from addiction. outside the drizzling of firepower, lowballing suns it’s like a sauna in here. the strain of a charred bladder. bottled water bad wiring, that spark is no good come sit with me for a minute. my feet full of diluted axe fluid thought I heard you say everything is medicine but that’s just hearin what you wanna hear