Did you see the swelling
The telling loss of control
I cut down the tree of reasoning
Then stood on the stump of withdrawal
The river of rage lies deep and calm
Beckons sinisterly it's coy call
"Come , come ,
fools , one and all .
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
Did you see the swelling
The telling loss of control
I cut down the tree of reasoning
Then stood on the stump of withdrawal
The river of rage lies deep and calm
Beckons sinisterly it's coy call
"Come , come ,
fools , one and all .
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