[Instrumental Intro- A wash of holographic synthesizer pads. A clean guitar plays a delicate, delay-heavy melody that sounds like it’s underwater. It is peaceful, almost holy.]
[Verse 1- Vocals are soft, intimate, close to the microphone. Smooth vocals, almost whispered.]
I look like salvation when the light hits right
A golden silhouette against your endless night
You trace the halo resting on my head
Ignoring all the blood beneath the bed
[Bass guitar enters with a low, rumbling sub-frequency]
You say I’m the vision you’ve been waiting for
But you don’t see the claw marks on the door.
[Pre-Chorus- Drums enter with a ghost-note heavy groove. The atmosphere darkens.]
Close your eyes, tell me what you see
Is it a sanctuary? Or is it just me?
[Guitars swell with feedback]
The panic starts to set in...
[Chorus- Explosion of sound. The Drop E guitars slam in—massive, sludgy, and wide. The vocals are soaring and desperate.]
I’m a beautiful nightmare, wrapped in silk and smoke
The prettiest poison that you ever spoke
But I’m a terrible dream, the kind you can’t survive
I’m the reason you’re dead while you’re still alive
[Screamed vocals layer in background]: (STILL ALIVE!)
So don’t wake up... just let me drag you down.
[Verse 2- Music cuts abruptly back to the dreamy, clean guitar. The contrast is jarring.]
You try to run, but the floor is made of glass
Shattering reflections of a wicked past
I’m perfectly curated to be your fear
So why are you wiping away a tear?
[Whispered]: Do you love the monster?
[Whispered]: Or do you love the teeth?
[Chorus- Explosion of sound. The Drop E guitars slam in—massive, sludgy, and wide. The vocals are soaring and desperate.]
I’m a beautiful nightmare, wrapped in silk and smoke
The prettiest poison that you ever spoke
But I’m a terrible dream, the kind you can’t survive
I’m the reason you’re dead while you’re still alive
[Screamed vocals layer in background]: (STILL ALIVE!)
So don’t wake up... just let me drag you down
[Interlude- instrumental solo]
[Bridge- The tempo slows down. The atmosphere becomes suffocatingly heavy. Synthesizers screech like distant sirens.]
Sleep paralysis... I’m sitting on your chest.
I am the heavy weight... of your request.
You wanted an angel?
[Low guttural growl]: WELL, HERE I AM.
[The Breakdown- The tempo drops to a crawl. The guitars are distinct, metallic, and impossibly low. It sounds like the earth cracking open.]
[Rhythm: DJENT - PAUSE - DJENT - DJENT - PAUSE]
YOU PRAYED FOR THIS!
[Disgusting bass drop]
A TERRIBLE DREAM!
[Guitar pitch shift squeal]
BEAUTIFUL!
[Silence for one beat]
NIGHTMARE!
[Outro]
[The heaviness fades into a wall of feedback and distortion, slowly overtaken by the peaceful synth pad from the intro.]
I’m just a terrible dream...
[Clean vocals, fading out]: But I look so good... doesn't it feel so good?
[Interlude- instrumental]
[Instrumental outro]
Atlantica
