[Intro-Slow, repetitive acoustic progression in \bm{E} minor, accompanied by a faint, crying lead guitar]
[Verse 1]
I’m staring at the ceiling, tracing every crack
Waiting for the person I was to finally wander back
The walls are moving inward, a slow and silent crawl
I’ve built a throne of splinters just to watch the empire fall
My shadow’s getting heavy, it’s a weight I can’t outrun
I’m looking for the moonlight in the middle of the sun.
[Chorus - Layered harmonies, dragging and melancholic]
And I’m losing grip on the ghost of me
Drifting through the static of a black and white sea
The exit sign is humming, a soft and steady glow
It’s a long way up... and a short way to go
Yeah, it’s a short way to go.
[Verse 2]
The mirror is a stranger, a face I don’t invite
Just a collection of the battles that I didn’t win tonight
Loneliness is an ocean, and I’m learning how to sink
I’m standing on the threshold, leaning off the brink
No one hears the siren when it’s ringing in your head
I’m just a living memory of the things I haven’t said.
[Guitar Solo - Slow, expressive, Jerry Cantrell-style phrasing with plenty of "wah" and sustained bends]
[Chorus]
And I’m losing grip on the ghost of me
Drifting through the static of a black and white sea
The exit sign is humming, a soft and steady glow
It’s a long way up... and a short way to go.
[Outro - Acoustic guitar fades, leaving only the lead guitar feedback]
I’m tired of the fighting...
I’m tired of the skin...
Let the quiet...
Finally in.
[Instrumental break- long, slow musical interlude with “sad” guitar and slow drums, depressed vibe]
Oooooh
Ohhhh
Oooooh
Ohhhh
[Heavy instrumental break- djent rhythm and heavy syncopated drums, with insane pace]
Atlantica
