WITCH TRIAL FOR ONE (Flow Music)

theatrical rock, operatic pop, baritone male vocals

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[Chorus]
[distorted electric guitar enters, driving drums, strings]
[full belted vocals]
You don't hunt witches, you hunt relief
You burn women to feel belief
You don't want truth, you want a role
A body to blame for the cracks in your soul
[choir enters]
So it didn't play deep in the sun
One picture told me the fire had won

[Verse 2]
[drums and guitar drop out, piano and strings continue]
You guessed I smoked, you guessed I broke
You guessed a childhood built on smoke
You stitched a myth where I collapsed
So you could call it courage, art relapse
[drums and bass enter]
You needed dirt under my skin
So your story could finally win
A clean girl ruins the narrative
So you wrote me primitive

[Chorus]
[full band, heavy guitar, choir]
You don't hunt witches, you stage a trial
One man jury, one woman pile
You don't want justice, you want relief
From the echo of what you can't be

[Bridge]
[choir leads with operatic harmony]
You set a rose on a passion's flame
Of Phoenix palms for a family pain
You sang it loud, you sold it clean
Your scars became your marketing
A mother cheating, a father's gun
You are the death by a venomous one
A lover's curse, a dirty goodbye
You screamed her filth and called it light
But listen close and listen clear
Pain explains, it doesn't appall you, dear
Trauma is not a moral shield
And suffering doesn't license cruelty

[Guitar Solo]
[distorted lead guitar, heavy orchestral brass]

[Outro]
[tempo slows, instruments fade to piano only]
Turn disaster into meat
Then use that myth to sharpen teeth
You called it healing, called it truth
While hunting someone untouched by you
[vocalizing in Latin-style phonetics]
Hum-bum-ah-gus-ang-et-gen-en-ah-ni-ah
[Chorus Reprise]
[full orchestral swell]
You don't hunt witches, you want permission
To turn your past into ammunition
You don't want peace, you want a growl
Voices set on fire and calling it gold
So it didn't play deep in the sun
You burn the woman to feel reborn
[Ending]
[piano only, whispered vocals]
So tell me now, honestly
Where is the bottom of your soul?
Is it warm there being praised for the smoke
Of someone else's bones?

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[Intro] [soft grand piano chords] [Verse 1] [breathy baritone male vocals] I sought that all I saw your soul, congratulations High use, lot of applause, standing ovation Your fans applauded in perfect time Called you fearless, deep, divine You think I listened? No, I just saw One image stopped me, that was all Three seconds frozen in cheap desire One, two, three, static in my spine Green hair, smoke, a stage decay A woman framed to rot your way I thought that image spoke my truth It only mapped the hole in you [Chorus] [distorted electric guitar enters, driving drums, strings] [full belted vocals] You don't hunt witches, you hunt relief You burn women to feel belief You don't want truth, you want a role A body to blame for the cracks in your soul [choir enters] So it didn't play deep in the sun One picture told me the fire had won [Verse 2] [drums and guitar drop out, piano and strings continue] You guessed I smoked, you guessed I broke You guessed a childhood built on smoke You stitched a myth where I collapsed So you could call it courage, art relapse [drums and bass enter] You needed dirt under my skin So your story could finally win A clean girl ruins the narrative So you wrote me primitive [Chorus] [full band, heavy guitar, choir] You don't hunt witches, you stage a trial One man jury, one woman pile You don't want justice, you want relief From the echo of what you can't be [Bridge] [choir leads with operatic harmony] You set a rose on a passion's flame Of Phoenix palms for a family pain You sang it loud, you sold it clean Your scars became your marketing A mother cheating, a father's gun You are the death by a venomous one A lover's curse, a dirty goodbye You screamed her filth and called it light But listen close and listen clear Pain explains, it doesn't appall you, dear Trauma is not a moral shield And suffering doesn't license cruelty [Guitar Solo] [distorted lead guitar, heavy orchestral brass] [Outro] [tempo slows, instruments fade to piano only] Turn disaster into meat Then use that myth to sharpen teeth You called it healing, called it truth While hunting someone untouched by you [vocalizing in Latin-style phonetics] Hum-bum-ah-gus-ang-et-gen-en-ah-ni-ah [Chorus Reprise] [full orchestral swell] You don't hunt witches, you want permission To turn your past into ammunition You don't want peace, you want a growl Voices set on fire and calling it gold So it didn't play deep in the sun You burn the woman to feel reborn [Ending] [piano only, whispered vocals] So tell me now, honestly Where is the bottom of your soul? Is it warm there being praised for the smoke Of someone else's bones?

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