[Verse 1- Very atmospheric. A soft, haunting piano layered over a pulsing 80s synth bass. No heavy guitars yet. Vocals are pristine, breathy, and melancholic.]
I shook hands with the shadow in the room
Bowed my head to an altar of gloom
Traded my pulse for a temporary high
Just a willing victim to the beautiful lie
There is no rescue from the grey in my head
Just a flawless venom to keep me fed
When the numbness starts to pull me under
You're the only shelter from the thunder
[Whispered] Artificial remedy...
[Chorus- The live drums enter with a driving pop-rock groove. Clean, shimmering guitars swell in. Vocals soar into a massive, heartbreaking clean melody.]
If you want to watch how I sprint right back to digging my grave, inch by inch!
Swaying with the phantom when the midnight hits
At the bottom of the void
There’s a specter swearing that I orchestrated my own collapse!
Swaying with the phantom when the midnight hits.
[Verse 2- the beat picks up a little, adding a tight trap hi-hat. The bass guitar starts to get a little gritty and distorted, hinting at the heaviness to come.]
Signed my name for a spirit that feeds
What's the value of a heart that bleeds
When it's offered up on a silver plate?
Yeah, I was begging for a twist of fate
But you can take it as a guarantee
If the earth splits open to swallow me
That is exactly where I belong, yeah.
[Chorus 2- the guitars get heavier here, hitting wide-open power chords, but still keeping that soaring, emotional stadium-rock feel.]
If you want to watch how I sprint right back to digging my grave, inch by inch!
Swaying with the phantom when the midnight hits
At the bottom of the void
There’s a specter swearing that I orchestrated my own collapse!
Swaying with the phantom when the midnight hits.
[Bridge- The music completely cuts out. A single, eerie synth note holds for four beats. Then, the warning.]
[Soft, layered choir vocals]: Worship the ruin, chained to the floor.
[Distorted, robotic vocal]: Worship the ruin, chained to the floor.
[Breakdown- Absolute destruction. The tuning shifts down. A disgustingly heavy, slow-motion djent groove slams in with double-kick drums and china cymbals. The beautiful Dayseeker vibe is dead. This is pure, filthy metalcore.]
WORSHIP THE RUIN, CHAINED TO THE FLOOR!
Wait for the silence when they lower the casket!
(Lower the casket!)
WORSHIP THE RUIN, CHAINED TO THE FLOOR!
[Heavy Chorus- The breakdown rhythm continues, impossibly slow and heavy. The soaring synth melody tries to return in the background, but it's drowned out by the sludgy guitars.]
IF YOU WANT TO WATCH HOW I SPRINT RIGHT BACK TO DIGGING MY GRAVE!
INCH BY INCH!
SWAYING WITH THE phantom
[Disgusting guitar pinch harmonic]
I AM MY OWN COLLAPSE!
SWAYING in the phantom!
[Outro]
Sway...
Sway...
Sway....
SWAY!
Swaying with the phantom...
[Intrumental interlude]
Atlantica
