Anger turns in my stomach
With its fires snuffed out
By a torrent of lies
Still it rolls with ire
Loosening, the bolts in my mind
Still it billows from me
Through a passive grin
As I’m lowered and lowered
Into silence again
Anger turns in my stomach
With its fires snuffed out
By a torrent of lies
Still it rolls with ire
Loosening, the bolts in my mind
Still it billows from me
Through a passive grin
As I’m lowered and lowered
Into silence again
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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