But, where's it coming from?
I've already reset the thermostat,
Up to Thermal Fusion,
People are melting on all sides of me,
All's left's bubbling puddles,
Still, I'm unfazed as I watch it happen,
Their looks of surprise I'm standing, subtle.
They may be scared of the power I yield,
The way I stand the heat,
Or've I become in their eyes less human?
A soulless piece of meat.
Do I care which?
I like the temperature,
But would I prefer not to be so cold?
Being who I am, I am not too sure.