Symco'back - Chained [Symphonic doom metal]

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The song analyzes the coercive power of language as a tool for social control. Others' words are not mere sounds, but barriers that define and imprison identity. Liberation occurs only by reclaiming one's voice, transforming language from a cell into an anvil to shatter the collars of imposed definitions.

Il brano analizza il potere coercitivo del linguaggio come strumento di controllo sociale. Le parole altrui non sono semplici suoni, ma barriere che definiscono e imprigionano l'identità. La liberazione avviene solo rivendicando la propria voce, trasformando la lingua da cella a incudine per distruggere i collari delle definizioni imposte.

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Lyrics

They wrote my name
In a language I don't claim
Paper crown
Tight around my brain
Every oath
Pressed like wax into my skin
They decide
Where my body has to begin

I am chained by tongues that move
Not the silence in the room
Only what is said becomes the law that binds me
Every letter like a lock
Every sentence swinging shut
Slavery in spoken stone
Carved in what they call me

Careful mouths
Measure mercy in a phrase
Promise crumbs
Falling slow from polished graves
What they dare
To declare is all I breathe
What they fear
To confess stays out of reach

I am chained by tongues that move
Not the silence in the room
Only what is said becomes the law that binds me
Every letter like a lock
Every sentence swinging shut
Slavery in spoken stone
Carved in what they call me

If they never name the wound
Does the bleeding count at all?
If they never speak "you're free"
Do these doors remain these walls?
I'm a ghost in their grammar
Held fast in their decree
Every word they let escape
Is another nail through me

I am chained by tongues that move
Not the silence in the room
Only what is said becomes the law that binds me
Every letter like a lock
Every sentence swinging shut
Slavery in spoken stone
Carved in what they call me

So I gather broken sounds
All the phrases they denied
Turn their verdicts inside out
Let their verdicts finally die
When my own rough voice is heard
Not implied
But fully sung
I melt collars made of words
On the anvil of my tongue