The sky has turned ultraviolet
And the people's hair lifts towards outer space
Like it does when submerged in water

The stakes are high,
The secrets are sealed tight
And everything has eyes

The cars are fast and the world looks more lopsided
Than ever.

And she is hot, white-hot
So hot she is cold, her essence unfolding
Mocking figurine gods, deceiving the people
By giving them science and the truth.

Good merit makes her look an ugly ten, dripping with gold
and material goods, she has put disdain in my heart for these things
But slipped in a second guess, and then, I find beneath that
A deep respect and appreciation for all things under the sun

For taste and for culture
It turns you on that she is so crazy,
That things have gotten to this point
You're likely to wrap yourself in her **** form
Pull her close to you, because the world is ending (it is)
And fire is coming from the sky

Or maybe it's just from her eyes.
They are everywhere