[Intro- A moody, "clean" guitar melody with a lot of delay and chorus. It sounds lonely and atmospheric. The drums enter with a massive, gated reverb snare hit.]
[Verse 1- Vocal is soft, breathy, and intimate—very Dayseeker]
I’m a tenant in a house you burned down
Still paying rent just to have you around.
You’re the oxygen, you’re the smoke in my chest
I’m a hollow shell, failing the test.
Trace the bruises in the shape of your name
I’m the moth, I’m the light, I’m the flame.
[Pre-Chorus- Bass gets distorted and "fuzzy." The energy builds with rapid snare rolls]
You pull the leash, I find my knees
I’m begging for the "pretty please."
BREAK ME.
[Chorus- Massive, melodic explosion. High, soaring vocals—Rain City Drive style]
I’m a slave to the way that you break my heart
A masterpiece of falling apart!
Tie me to the bed of the ghost of us
Turn my devotion into diamonds and dust!
I’m addicted to the hurt, I’m a servant to the sign
I’m yours... and I’m losing my mind!
[Verse 2- Back to the grunge "slump." Muddy guitars and a lazier, Cobain-style vocal delivery]
Sell me a dream that I can’t afford
A willing victim, I’m never bored.
Chain me to the radiator, let the pipes hiss
I’d trade my freedom for a poisonous kiss.
The cage is open but I’ve lost my feet
The bitter taste is the only thing sweet.
[Bridge]
[The "Dayseeker" emotional peak—high, distorted "cry" vocals]
I can’t breathe without the pressure!
I can’t see without the dark!
[Transitioning into a Metalcore breakdown]
GIVE ME THE BLOWS!
GIVE ME THE SCARS!
[The music stops abruptly. All that remains is a low, humming feedback and a rhythmic, clicking sound—like a lighter flicking but never catching. The guitars are replaced by a hollow, clean guitar line that sounds "underwater."]
[Spoken - Low, trembling voice]
I forgot what my hands look like...
without your fingerprints on the skin.
I forgot how to walk...
without the weight of the iron.
[Vocal - Building into a frantic, shaky melody]
It’s a comfort.
It’s a habit.
It’s a heartbeat in a casket.
[Bridge- A sudden, piercing feedback squeal. The drums return with four massive, slow snare hits that sound like gunshots. On the fourth hit, the distortion levels max out.]
[Screamed - Total desperation]
THANK YOU FOR THE CAGE!
[Heavy Outro]
[The tempo drags. The guitars become thick and dissonant. Total aggression.]
[Screamed]
OWNER!
COLLECTOR!
MY BEAUTIFUL WRECKER!
[Gutteral]
I am nothing without the chains!
[High Scream]
STAY IN MY VEINS!
STAY. IN. MY. VEINS.
Atlantica
