In The Company Of Serpents - The Fool's Journey

we're standing on the precipice of our own demise laughing in its face it will ignore our cries we're standing on a cliff pissing in the wind can you feel the raindrops dancing on your chin we're standing on the brink of total war can you sense the blood upon the floor we're cutting off our nose to spite our face will we bleed out war appears to have been waged upon the broader whole we are cut our nose to spite our face foolish sullen children truth appears to have been slain upon the altar of the vain vacant eyes and stagnant minds we owe ourselves better