Youth revolt in summer

Light the fuse
reach your arm back as far as it can go
throw then run
to catch the sky on fire
let ashes rain upon us
we will remember the simple things
as we rebuild from the top down

if we don't run inside to breathe
the artifical air from the air conditioner
we would burn outside
hell on earth
even the believers get a piece
still corrupt and unpure
man may try to extinguish the flames
but youth set themselves on hot
they run through the streets
with their clothes burning off
and hair on fire
waiting for the taste of cool refreshing liquid
that has turned into steam
we go inside but the youth revolt
heading for the shade
whatever is still left
the oceans, rivers, and streams
start to boil
they bubble like a jacuzzi
no one is safe
skyscrapers, to the top of trees, to the grass and soil below
feels like lava on bare feet

some speak of winter
some speak of spring
some remember of the river
as we all burn in the westend