Heat Rising Slow

They say it takes time Before the surface cracks. You feel the warning signs, But nothing pulls you back. It builds beneath. You let it breathe. The pressure grows, But no one knows. Heat rising slow. Where the fault lines go. Burning from below. Till the ground lets go. You trace the shifting ground, The tension in the air. No sudden break, no sound. Just weight you learn to bear. It builds beneath. You let it breathe. The pressure grows, But no one knows. Heat rising slow. Where the fault lines go. Burning from below. Till the ground lets go. Every degree, Another layer peels. What you can't see Is what you feel. Heat rising slow. Where the fault lines go. Burning from below. Till the ground lets go. It builds beneath. You let it breathe.