Around November and December

The temperature

Differs in coordination with the shift of

Weather’s force

As

The forecast

Says a storm’s

Coming that will go against the norm

Therefore

We try to make it warm

It’s a part of human nature, and nature

But rest assured

Weather makes the best of us stressed, I’m sure

But when it’s cold, people wanna be warm, so

To ensure we endure

Find a cure for the temperature

Now Mother Nature’s leaves are in a bunch

So she tries to make it warmer, but it takes a couple months

In the summer, people want it sunny when they're leaving school

But they're spending every second of that season trying to keep it cool

We need some rules in the atmosphere

We go around the full cycle pleasing half the sphere

We know Hot n Cold but they are doomed for war

What would happen if we had Cool and Warm?

When fools are born they have one of two options

One they can be cold and one that they can be hot in

I’m not in-terested in talking bout the topic

But my points would be plotted in a spot around the Tropics

See, cold freezes snow, in degrees low enough to hate

Excess amounts of heat make us suffocate

So what’s the fate of Mother Nate

How does she stay obedient?

Well, guess she’s gotta find a median

Opposites attract but not in this fashion

Obstacles are conquered when we gotta take action

In awe of all the chatting, there are two options for you

Choose to choose or choose not to choose

It’s a one and done conundrum when you’re wondering which one you want

Not always black and white, but who’s to say that colors judge?

There’s a temperature for every girl and boy

So just opt for an option it’s yours to enjoy

Two polar opposites

No equator

Geography’s improbable when Earth has haters

‘cause there’s an astronomical amount of space invaders

Who keep praying for a savior then voting for Darth Vader

There’s not a fault in our stars, there’s a war

No one wants to win, they just want a fair score

There is something in the water, something in the air, forcing

Us to eat the bad apple with the worm at the core

But there are numerous ways to keep a group in its place

You leave ‘em cooped in a cage, or get ‘em neutered and spayed

Oh, what I’d do for the day when people knew what they say

Are just the stupidest phrases that can ruin the nation

We 'ain't fluent in truth, we lie in our own roots

Screw an air conditioner we need air shampoo

We can spend our days obeying to the chairman’s group

Or be free to understand what some fair plans do

Is your inferior world view one waging universally?

Scared of how it (hurts to) freeze and worried for the burning heat

If you trade your freedom for a false state of security

You’re smashing the thermometer and dumping out the mercury

You’ll never drop but you’ll never rise either

Where’s logic clipping your wings so you can fly higher?

Deny gravity, you’re nothing but a lie cryer

And it’s my life, I’ll be Hot or Cold if I wanna

Opposites attract but not in this fashion

Obstacles are conquered when we gotta take action

In awe of all the chatting, there are two options for you

Choose to choose or choose not to choose

It’s a one and done conundrum when you’re wondering which one you want

Not always black and white, but who’s to say that colors judge?

There’s a temperature for every girl and boy

So just opt for an option it’s yours to enjoy

But when you take a step back

Cool & warm 'ain't the solution

In fact, it's actually pretty stupid

They screw with the axis

They hack and program it

To act as a one track mind wreaking havoc

Hot and Cold are outliers of a certain nature

To rid us of opinions, cool and warm are the perpetrators

They’re the perfect traitors acting like they’ll terminate the world

Of hurtful haters, dirt and craters, and all of the Earth’s dictators

While doing so, they ascertain new meanings

Cool and warm turn the sky into a room with ceilings

If they’re the only options, and they still don’t agree

They’re limiting the field of what we can and can’t believe

Soon, all of humans could be robots only breathing

No harm but no healing

No emotions, no feelings

Forced to rid extremes of the spectrum

And next they’ll only be one left

The medium

The medium

The medium

We would all succumb to the medium

A new media

The mean, the mode, the range are all the new median

Standardization

Of the entire nation

You'll either get what you want or you'll die waiting

You might be saying, "oh well, I'm patient"

Well time 'ain't

And I'd consider that an entire life wasted