“This track’s about the witches who never really died. Not the ones burned, not the ones drowned—just buried under centuries of ‘sorry, that never happened.’ But they didn’t vanish. They seeped into us. The beat’s slow, almost heartbeat-slow—like blood moving through veins that remember. A low hum underneath, like wind through Salem pines, then this sudden, sharp vocal stab: ‘They tried to cut the thread, but the loom still turns“more