[Instrumental Interlude- A full 40 seconds of mounting tragedy. It starts with a slow, mournful cello playing a heartbreaking melody. Slowly, a deep, synthetic sub-bass begins to pulse. Massive brass horns swell in the background, sounding like a funeral march.]
[Verse 1- The orchestra cuts instantly. A split-second of dead silence, followed by an atomic explosion of blast-beat drums and frantic, dissonant tremolo guitars. Absolute sonic violence. desperate fry screams and guttural lows, tearing the vocal cords.]
I drained MY veins JUST TO KEEP YOU WARM!
A FUCKING martyr IN YOUR manufactured storm!
YOU WATCHED ME BLEED AND YOU ASKED FOR MORE!
NAILED MY forgiveness TO THE GODDAMN floor!
I scraped THE BOTTOM JUST TO BUILD YOU A throne!
AND NOW I’M BLEEDING OUT FUCKING alone!
[Chorus- The blast beats transition into a massive, driving, mid-tempo groove. The guitars play wide, tragic chords that sound like sirens. The cinematic brass horns from the intro return, blaring in time with the crushing kick drum. roaring gang-shouts and agonizing, pitch-screams.
AND I HOPE IT FUCKING HURTS!
I HOPE THE memory OF MY FACE IS A CURSE!
YOU BURNED THE bridge WHILE I WAS STANDING ON THE WOOD!
I WOULD HAVE SAVED YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD I WOULD!
I SWEAR TO GOD I WOULD!
[Verse- The tempo shifts into a filthy, panicked two-step metalcore rhythm. The guitars are utilizing heavy pitch-shifters, bending the notes down into impossible, ugly depths.]
I dug through the dirt, I shattered my hands!
Trying to salvage your broken demands!
Every promise was a loaded gun to my head!
I'm carrying the weight of the words you never said!
You wanted a victim, you wanted a ghost!
I gave you my soul and you burned the goddamn host!
[Build]
I carved out my chest!
Just to give you rest!
I carved out my chest!
AND YOU THREW THE FUCKING heart AWAY!
[Breakdown- The tempo drops off a cliff down to 50 BPM. This is ignorant, world-ending heaviness. Impossibly low, start-stop chugs that physically shake the speakers]
THREW IT AWAY!
LEFT ME TO ROT!
I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!
AND IT WASN'T ENOUGH!
BLEGH!
[The breakdown continues for another eight bars, getting slower, sludgier, and more dissonant]
[Outro- the heavy guitars and drums cut abruptly mid-riff. Absolute silence for two seconds. Then, a soft, fragile acoustic guitar slowly begins to fingerpick a melancholic melody]
I don't even know why I'm still screaming.
I think I'm just terrified that... if the anger stops...
I'll have to admit that you're actually gone.
And the most pathetic part is...
If you walked back through that door right now...
I'd still let you destroy me all over again.
Atlantica
