[Intro – ominous drones, low guitar tremolo]
Static in the bloodstream—
A world half-born, half-burning.
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[Verse 1 – snarled/screamed, sharp syncopation]
We were carved from the fault lines,
Raised in the fracture where the old world dies.
Breath of ash, bones of ambition—
Inheritance of contradiction.
Every direction collapses inward,
Coordinates corrupted by a dying sun.
We carry maps that crumble on contact,
Landmarks lost before the search begun.
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[Pre-Chorus – melodic but bleak]
If there’s a signal in the noise,
It’s buried under grinding gears—
A flicker in the blackout
That we chase through all our fears.
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[Chorus – massive, strained, destructive]
We move like unrest through a shifting age,
Haunted by the echoes we can’t escape.
Grasping for a spark in the avalanche,
Fighting every shadow as the worlds unmake.
In the space between what was and what remains,
We rise from the wreckage with fractured grace.
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[Verse 2 – fast, chaotic, Silent Planet–style phrasing]
We pace the border of collapse and creation,
Tethered to futures that never took shape.
Blueprints buried under decades of debris,
Legacies rusted by the storms they couldn’t face.
We are the residue of unrealized invention—
The ghosts of possibility rewritten.
We catalog the fractures,
Searching for the one that will finally split open into light.
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[Pre-Chorus – darker, more desperate]
If we’re sparks in the machinery,
Then let the gears devour the past—
We’ll burn our silhouettes into the steel
Until something new can last.
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[Chorus – even heavier, more despair-tinged]
We move like unrest through a shifting age,
Haunted by the echoes we can’t escape.
Grasping for a spark in the avalanche,
Fighting every shadow as the worlds unmake.
In the space between what was and what remains,
We rise from the wreckage with fractured grace.
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[Bridge – blast of dissonance, screamed]
Torn from the timeline—
Existence rewritten in real time.
Dragged through the thresholds—
Half reborn, half confined.
This is the violence of becoming,
The pressure point where foundations break.
But in the crush of collapsing heavens,
We find the fractures we refuse to take.
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[Breakdown – extremely heavy, Architects-style]
Crush the static.
Split the spine of the unknown.
If the path won’t form,
We carve it from the stone.
No more waiting in the wreckage—
We ascend through the undertow.
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[Final Chorus – screaming layered with strained melody]
We move like unrest through a shifting age,
But in the chaos we reclaim our shape.
Where the lines collapse and the past decays,
We forge our own direction from the break.
In the place between the echoes and the flame—
We rise from ruin, unafraid.
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[Instrumental breakdown]
[Outro – slow, crushing, low guitars fading into distortion]
And if the world won’t turn for us,
We’ll force the axis back into motion.
Atlantica
