The Stone Age

When irate turns to hate
See the pupils dilate
Go sound the alarm
Anger’s out to harm

You’ll see the possessive
Becoming aggressive
Then the harmonic
Changes to demonic

The one who was so smooth
Is now starting to seethe
Sowing seeds of doubt
Watch him backing out

Then you’ll see a friend
Morph into a fiend
Escaped from a zoo
Now he’s after you

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