Venom from Post Truth by Post Truth

They bend their tongues like they bow for lies.
Swift to shed blood.
No fear in eyes.
Speak no truth.
Their heart is in vain.
Misery and sadness lies in their wake.

We speak of our sorrows like a forbidden name.
Our forked tongues tremble, seething out from our shame.
We hold the torches to portraits born in flames.
We've come to amass the anguish, we've come for your broken days.

No one can tame the tongue.
All have turned away, together become worthless.

Sharp as a serpent’s tongue.
Venom from the asps.
Bitter speeches.
Poison under lips.
Throats are graves.
Tongues, they speak of deceit.
Cut off the head of the tongue that speaks.

• Metal
• dbeat
• doom
• Newcastle