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Chiaroscuro

by Closet Witch

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Intro 00:39
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Trapping them in cages, festering, children... But this is not what the blue sees They think they better this place But they've created lands of fear Uprising is here We must hold up and love those lesser. Don't let the man-made machine feed you shit.
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Haunting 00:41
You've kept us in your grips Digging your nails into the oldest of wounds Had to run across the world to escape the places and memories. Covered eyes means I can't cover my ears, In tune to your cries but I'm sorry, I, too, lived in fear
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Adulthood won't set us free Memories ingrained in this pain to my grave I'll drag the abuse you served me. (In my grave it will be with me) Acting dumb to hide your sickness You make us feel weak (I'm releasing) Now is the time to bloom and stop feeling like I'll forever be swallowing this pill you snuck me.
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Say what is felt, still no respect For what is spoken, hearing what is wanted Human error, are we only filled with greed? Say what is felt, still no respect (Silent tenants hold the weight over your head as sand pours, forever) For if everything we say is a fight, respect never made our bonds tight Without a cinch of equality, freedom to speak openly... I know who I can call my pack tonight. Rip the tongue, from my mouth Not necessary anymore.
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Weight of the cups burnt into the palm of one hand, like an imbalanced scale pentacles burnt in the other Emotions rampant, body chills, emotions rampant Will you come bury me in your cool dirts? Weight of the cups, burnt into the palm of one hand, like an imbalanced scale. Eating power... Can't put my finger on the flavor...We all can't help but cry
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Soaked in cold water, you hand feed her your reddest grapes. Delicious, sweet, but under her foot they go Crushed...Sugar to wine She is awake, and you, you're under her thumb Savage heat rises and falls, sickness in love. You sink in and fall quickly to coma. I've always dreamt and seen her face, shed my clothes, run to her arms. She whispers and shows me just how the moss got in her mouth. My goddess will unleash her wrath, her pain Who is she? Be honest, fall to her on your knees. Soaked in cold water, you hand feed her your reddest grapes. Delicious, sweet but under her foot they go, crushed...Sugar to wine. She is awake and you, you're under her thumb... Savage heat rises and falls...Sickness in love.
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In youth, in naivety, my feet crossing, alcohol drowning me. The cement, the stones My safety was your hide out, your escape, hands pulled back... I can't escape. My ride home, it never came. My ride home Use of power, use of uniform, use of gender YOU TAKE WHAT YOU DON'T DESERVE In my youth, in my naivety, my feet crossing, alcohol drowning me. Use of power, use of uniform, use of gender, you take what you don't deserve In my youth, in my naivety, alcohol drowning... Use of power, use of uniform, use of gender...You take what you don't deserve
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Keep the facts, locked up tight Ignorant minds, put lives on the line Money hungry, feed the machine Lies, lies, you sit and hide under your empire you didn't make. No care, no empathy, no actual respect for humanity Aching to feed the man-made machine.
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I've dreamt of those eyes, dark, brooding, setting their sights I've dreamt of those eyes Blackness of the eyes, bloodsuckers attached to sides. Sadness, engulfed in peace and tranquility When I'm in your home I feel free. I've wandered these woods a thousand times, something keeps spotting me. Filling me with reminders I'm really not free. Orange from the first quarter moon, Empress card pulling me. Reminding me of my roots, reminding me of the mother in me. The pain, the dread....What is to come... But when I hit the dirt it's always peace that fills me...and the ferns I see.
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Longing and wishing to see your face Longing and wishing to hear my name Longing and wishing to see your face I keep getting trapped in memories Black holes of what your voice might be Smelling your funeral flowers doesn't bring me joy Everything reminds me that you aren't here tonight. Nothing makes up for the fact that you aren't here with me
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The trauma, the pain, I'm going made...insane. I tug at my eye, no relief, there is the cry How can I escape this pit Where is my sanity My bubbles flow over... I'm calling...I'm calling...I'm calling...calling I've reached to her, my mother, my crone I need the nurture, I crave the light Warmth and the knowledge- I need her to tell me I'll be alright I'll get by I'm constantly calling to you to get by I've reached to her, my mother, my crone I need the nurture, the light. Warmth and the knowledge I need her to tell me i'll be alright, i'll get by. I've reached to her, my mother, my crone...I need the nurture, the light Warmth and the knowledge, NEED her to tell me I'll be alright, I'll get by. The trauma, the pain Mad, I'm insane, tug at my eye, no release Trauma, the pain, mad, i'm insane... I tug at my eye....I tug at my eye.

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released November 3, 2023

Vocals - Mollie Piatetsky
Drums - Royce Kurth
Guitars - Alex Crist
Bass - Cory Peak


Audio Samples - Alex Crist, Cory Peak & Alex Mahaffey
Synth & Organs - Stu Cline

Recorded and Mixed: Luke Tweedy
Flat Black Studios, Lone Tree IA

Mastered: Brad Boatright
Audioseige, Portland OR

Cover Artwork: Alex Crist
Insert Artwork: Alex Crist & Mollie Piatetsky

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