Bound in the Chair

Lyrics

Verse 1 – growled

I am Master of Manifestation, a name forged in my pain,
I stand before you now to scream what this crime has done to me again.
Since that day in the dark I don’t feel like I’m me,
A shell of who I was, a ghost in my memory.

Safety, trust, peace, hope — all ripped clean from my soul,
Like a lock on my ribs that won’t let me be whole.
I served at this company since twenty‑two and two,
Believed their halls were safe, believed the blue skies were true.
Now that trust is ash on the floor,
And I’m left here screaming, screaming for more.

Pre‑Chorus – more melodic, under tension
It started with vile words, cheap laughter and shame,
A “joke” that cut deep, disguised as a game.
I drew my line loud, I said, “This is the end,”
PTSD scars screaming, “Watch how this ends.”

I told him clear, with my voice in his face,
“These words cross the border, this is no place.”
I stood naked‑honest, I bled my truth out,
But he just laughed, and turned my fear into doubt.

Chorus – anthemic, heavy
But he pushed through the line, kept tearing it down,
While I sat in the rubble and watched my name drown.
Someone who spits on a clear‑spoken line,
Tramples it under and calls it “fine.”

When the assault came, I was strapped in a chair,
Thought it was talk, thought we were just there.
His hands in my hair, his groin in my throat,
I was frozen in stone, in a circle I wrote.

They laughed while I froze, a live‑action show,
And I’m still writing this, with the bile in my throat.
I’m angry, I’m broken, I’m cut to the core,
And I’m scared of the men that I see in the door.

Verse 2 – growled, darker
When I finally fought back, I spoke to my boss,
Hoped the truth would be enough, hoped the scales would be tossed.
After the assault, I reported the crime,
Stood cold in the station, fought my own time.

I’m 1.67 tall, 64 kilos, no more,
But he’s a mountain of rage, a beast on the floor.
He grabbed my hair, held my head like a toy,
Pushed his groin in my face like a choice was destroyed.

I was pinned in that chair, no way out, no sound,
Paralyzed by the shock, by the weight of this ground.
They laughed at my silence, they laughed at my fear,
And I’m still tasting nausea every time I get near.

Bridge – slow, heavy riff, spoken/clean
I’m scared of the men, scared of the hand,
Scared of the job where this could begin.
When I got home, I collapsed in the car,
Gasping, shaking, tearing my heart apart.

My kids never saw me like that before,
Tears on the couch, terror on the floor.
My GP gave pills to numb down the fight,
Therapy started, trying to win back the night.

For weeks I couldn’t touch, not my man or my daughters,
My body turned to stone every time the contact came.
I lost my safe place, the job I called home,
While he walked the aisles like he never was wrong.

Later my employer told me, “Maybe it’s best
If you don’t come back, bury your chest in the rest.”
He’s spreading his stories, poisoning eyes,
Now I’m in courtrooms, fighting for my rights.

The stress owns my days, I can’t sleep, I’m worn thin,
Avoiding the crowds, the birthdays, the din.
I’m scared of the future, my family, my chest,
Wondering how long I can stand this unrest.

Chorus – more intense, layered
There’s a chair in my memory, still holding me down,
The echoes of laughter are tearing my crown.
He crossed my clear line, then laughed in the ring,
Now I’m screaming for judgment, demanding some sting.

I’m not some victim locked in a cell,
I’m the one who stood up, I drew my own hell.
He used power and fear, he used size and might,
To crush my boundaries right in the light.

[Bridge 2 – more frantic, black‑metal style]
The stories he told, the poison he spread,
Like a virus in whispers, a toxic‑red thread.
I’m the one who’s punished for saying “No,”
While he walks untouched, as if nothing’s below.

My counselor told me, “You’ll start to heal
When the case is done and the verdict is real.”
Until then I’m stuck in a storm without end,
Tension, grief, chaos, and no way to mend.

[Solo – heavy, chaotic, emotional, sliding into crushing riff]

Final Chorus – anthemic, shouting
I beg the judge now, hear the weight that I speak,
He crossed my consent, he broke my peace.
Every touch, every word, every breath he denied,
Was done without my say, no choice, no inside.

He knew from the warnings, he knew from the fight,
From the lines carved in concrete, the no in the light.
Yet he forced his way through, crushed under his shoe,
A power imbalance, a trap that I knew.

This act left scars that I carry today,
A mind in ambush, a life out of phase.
So judge him with fury, with truth in your hand,
For every boundary he crushed into sand.

[Outro – whispered, fading over heavy feedback]
Thank you for listening to my truth and my pain,
This is the story I carved from the stain.