GREYLOTUS - Chiaroscuro (ft. Gaia Mason) [Official Video]

WARNING: This video may potentially trigger seizures for people with photosensitive epilepsy. Viewer discretion is advised. Video by Anthony Lusk-Simone / Zenbeast Media Get ’Dawnfall’ HERE: Dawnfall • CD/VINYL • BANDCAMP • Facebook: Instagram: Lyrics: “Maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fenced, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back.” - () - John Steinbeck, East of Eden Contrasting grey from grey as obsidian from iridescent unpigmented subjects distant, proximal. Resolute towers burned by their lifeless understructure. Conflagration shedding light upon their candor, undying. Deafening whispers paint the night, begging “why have you built this cage for us?” Pathways once azure run thin with the sun, pushing soot and amber blood. Infixate; both bygone and foretold in the now we will remain suspended spinning wheels without (in)candescence, (in)formation held. Do you feel the lack of inspiration? Something that we have not yet written. Do you feel shame(ful)- (full) of chaos? Can there be darkness without a source of light? A codependent relation inversely erudite. It swells and subsides with the moon in harmonic motion. Perigee, compounds the weight of the inward struggle: our trajectory onward. The dark brood crawl toward their barrier its wood has since begun to rot, prosaic culturing. The first signs of a city born anew are met with a choir of dissent: “Go back!” echoing through centuries, although we tout the yearn for normalcy. The first signs of a city born anew are met with a choir of dissent: “Stay down!” preservation of a state is the reason a coward hesitates. A thin line differentiates insanity from the allowed self; the urge to self-annihilate fed by our need for separation. Unfocusing my eyes, black and white fall into grey. Why must we cast the two as distinguishable at all? Contrasting grey from grey as subjects distant, proximal. Can there be darkness without a source of light? A codependent relation inversely erudite. “Might it not be that in the dark pools of some men the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free?” () - John Steinbeck, East of Eden “Can you open your eyes to see?” I’ve seen enough of the sun’s rays through rubicund eyelids. Both thumbs depressed into sockets still cannot eclipse. “Will you open your eyes for me?” The pressured salt and soil brings forth an ichorous rain. A dimly lit stream of static flows into my vision; blinded, but now truly seeing. But now I see. How could I build an identity from the shades I could never appreciate? Thanks for watching. Don’t forget to subscribe! -The Artisan Era --------------------------------------------- #greylotus #theartisanera #chiaroscuro