Poison Tongue from The Wheel by Stochastic Reaper

Razor sharp words, words, it hurts,
bleed you down.
Far from the sane, sane, the same,
slowly you drown.

Wanting to flee narcissistic rage,
you’re sucked back with guilt.

Love bombed into a sweet cage,
expecting to grow but sentenced to wilt.

The hijacked mind resembles hell,
dried up, lit up by gaslighting.
Bound by a dark spell,
confused about everything.

Externally torn apart
mowed down by hate speech,
exposed to your own
reality doubt-leech.

The sorrow drains
your power away,
we all want to escape
but the wounds forever stay.

Anxiety exploding in your bed,
defenses under threat.
Ruminating on your worthlessness
torments you to confess...

Your life is a wreck
you’ve lost the track...
Rise! Rise! Rise!
Go forward, not back!

Rise! Rise! Rise!
Go forward, not back!

From below you see the oppressor’s face,
their venom, you must replace.

Alone, off guard, you’re sinking deeper,
let a social vanguard be your keeper.

Roll up your mental sleeves,
forge healthy boundaries.
Inside a loving environment,
you’re protected from the arrogant.

• Metal
• black
• death
• doom
• grind
• post-metal
• Olomouc