Poisoned Well Lyrics | R.J. Sloane

Poisoned Well is a dark outlaw country track by R.J. Sloane about internal decay, self-loathing, and the destruction born of manufactured outrage.

When a prosperous valley grows restless in its abundance, boredom curdles into bitterness as a community burns its own granaries and poisons its sweet water wells just to have an enemy to fight—discovering too late that the drought they die in is entirely self-made.

Grain in the silo
Fat on the vine
Honey in the comb
Bottles full of wine
A hundred years of peace
Spreading soft and slow
Bored of the harvest
Looking for a blow

Set the barn on fire
Just to feel the heat
Poison the water
Fat on golden wheat
Looking for a demon
In a quiet town
Tossing red embers
Till it all burns down
Bitter for the taste
Of a self-made hell

Specter in the shadows
That nobody raised
Chasing a nightmare
Born of hollow air
Whispered in the dark
Till the poison spread
Cursing at the grave
Where the mercy bled

Set the barn on fire
Just to feel the heat
Poison the water
Fat on golden wheat
Looking for a demon
In a quiet town
Tossing red embers
Till it all burns down
Bitter for the taste
Of a self-made hell

Dry bucket dropping
Deep into the stone
Nothing coming up
To save flesh and bone
No ghost in the shadows
No demon in the pit—
Just the cold ash
Where the malice bit

Choking on the dust
Standing in the square
Looking for a savior
That was never there
Crying for a drink
From a poisoned well
Dying from the drought
In a self-made hell

Set the barn on fire
Just to feel the heat
Poison the water
Fat on golden wheat
Looking for a demon
In a quiet town
Tossing red embers
Till it all burns down
Bitter for the taste
Of a self-made hell

Crying for a drink
From a poisoned well
Dying from the drought
In a self-made hell
Crying for a drink
From a poisoned well

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