[Live crowd ambience] [Chant] Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot like sparks when you're wearing insulated foam! Hot! Hot! Hot! Fire in the mirror, burning tallow! [Verse] Hot like sparks when you're wearing insulated foam Hot burning tallow Unbearable, terrible, terrible foul sweat-soaked, non-wearable hoodie pulled closed Hot like clothes on a Tuesday Got a mask, mask choked tight, cap sweating, eyes sting, baked burn, charred steam, coals rake, scorched mark Soul naked, forced in flame, heart gone hard Hot like sparks arc across dark plane, boiling brains in unmarked grave [Chant] Hot clots! A hell of a haze! Hot clots! A hell of a haze! [Instrumental: technically complex shredding electric guitar solo, sweep picking, neo-classical runs, shoegaze feedback textures] [Verse] Spade full of spit sizzle on sidewalk, for seconds hot, convert it into steam, hiss It's so hot, everyone everywhere barely keeping it together, pissed, making fists Poised on the edge of a razor twist How much hotter is it going to get? You see flames lick, no? Then quite a bit more [Chant] No, so slick, sweet, sweat slick, slippery, wet, drip, drop, blood! Fire flicks, accelerant speed mixed in blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! No, so slick, sweet, sweat slick, slippery, wet, drip, drop, blood! Fire flicks, accelerant speed mixed in blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! No, so slick, sweet, sweat slick, slippery, wet, drip, drop, blood! Fire flicks, accelerant speed mixed in blood! [Verse] Unhealthy swelter Fetcher, fetcher, broth broth Everything perishable is spoiling in not too long Cherish the winter, savor the fall, summer is a trap, it just brings on us all And that would be where I call the song complete, but it's so hot I can't stop myself from saying Fuck you and your GPT-generated generic affront and I'm embarrassed for you calling out all ages in the present to say you're saving the bars in your cages How many times must I say it, bitch? Get the fuck off my dick You do you, whoever that may be I'll do me, see I don't want your respect or relevance to anything you find familiar I choose to lose before I be your muse Cool the cools, it's too hot for this abuse Take your loose-lipped, lost chips, weak ego trips, wide in an arc with a hole And fuck it, say you're bloody and blistered to your tooth, spin to whisper out the bullshit corner I copy official, you call your mouth one more time Get the fuck out It's too hot for all this shouting [Final Chant] Hope you got the gist, it's hot! Crowd: So fuck this! Yeah, fuck this! Hope you got the gist, it's hot! Crowd: So fuck this! Yeah, fuck this! [Outro] Hot! Hot! Hot!
