hot air rising / you falling

t’s rising
the temperature
the ballooon
you included
and its temper furiates its beak
and it desire to feel pierced looms

looms like the arrogance you portray
the hypocricy you parade
the storms that you make
the fury you whip into shape

so it pierces with its looming desire
and your temper rises as you fall
the balloon can’t be sustained by its temperature
you will crash
oh yes,
you will crash