Burning tire there's no smoke without fire
Current conditions too hot to inspire
Smoke is where the stars are born, newly found
Airborne, they abound and
Shielded by the coverage, the soot is binary
Turbulent, transit but not for the formal phase
It's a skewed bunch, articulate
High production smog with the ash braze
But the combustion plume is just a side product
Of noble gases huddling
SMOKE
Don't let the smoke catch your breath
You need some time to move away from haze which never sets
We don't need to start the setting of a fire
When it comes to gaseous clouds we're already higher
Don't need smoke & mirrors to show that we have
Cards to deal oh that's no lie
Crowd control bombs won't result in crying eyes
Keep high and dry
I'm running through a street where vapours are huge
Saw another make it through this blatant ruse
I'm losing sight
Just a small dot, speck of dust in the limelight