Poison for the Lost

You've no authority Just a malignant tongue You're not so eloquent Without the pages you stole from No messiah Not fit to serve The pupil never becomes the master If they never learn A self proclaimed healer Self made cult leader You can't fix the broken If you don't understand the problem A sorry state of affairs Oh god what a mess Your time is up What is the intent? Healing or arrogance? Poison for the lost Corruption of trust Out of your depth, save your breath Climb down from your cross Poison for the lost Corruption of trust Can't remove your ego now Take off that fucking crown In the age of the narcissist We speak with a clenched fist All the subtlety is lost And your validity stops now Your time is up Poison for the lost Corruption of trust Out of your depth, save your breath Climb down from your cross Poison for the lost Corruption of trust Remove your ego now Take off that fucking crown

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 09, 2025

I've stepped inside a world I don't know The sky's not quite the same anymore Dead stasis Burnt pages Fabric of society torn Condemned either way No cells, no chains Resistance is buried like a secret to a grave Face down in the dirt again What's to gain from being the last one standing? Cut the limb and not the tourniquet So now it's understood We remove the deadwood Pulled apart from all sides It never took much to divide Can't find a way to detach So light the fucking match Never been the first to cast a stone But we'll torch the fields Where their seeds are sewn Like moths to flames They all burn the arcane Constricted, complicit In how we're detained Face down in the dirt again What's to gain from being the last one standing? Cut the limb and not the tourniquet So now it's understood We remove the deadwood Burn it down! Raze it all to the ground! Every last one! I felt the weight of a soul in my hands And I'm starting to understand They're all dead weight Transcending this hell unscathed While we fight for the scraps thrown away Parasites and sycophants Bleeding you dry Face down in the dirt again What's to gain from being the last one standing? Cut the limb and not the tourniquet So now it's understood We remove the deadwood Deadwood

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 09, 2025