we got big hot

in the desert in the sun
we got big hot
and the coast is clear
but of course it's not quite
close enough to here
and thus we make
our own escape
from the smogasphere
it's not where you go
it's what you do with what you know

we know
we know you know

we know our numbers
we know our letters
we know we're sick
we know when we are getting better
we know you number / (numb now)
we know you address
we know the feeling
when there's something coming at us

in this drought we're suffering
we grok our kin
true colors show
no one can wear disguises
when it's sweltering
but friend or foe
we must outgrow
our petty fears
i will not be ostracized
by that which does not unify