[Verse 1- Very atmospheric. A swirling, ambient synth pad and a distant, echoing electronic drum beat. No heavy guitars yet. Vocals are soft, raspy, and incredibly vulnerable.]
The guilt is a poison that runs in my veins
A cold sweat is drowning out all of the pain
When the fracture goes all the way down to the bone
It's impossible facing the quiet alone.
[Pre-Chorus- the live drums enter with a rapid, driving tom-tom beat. Guitars fade in with a shimmering, delayed chorus effect. The tension builds rapidly.]
The walls are collapsing on me!
The silence is deafening, bearing its teeth!
My own body feels like a grave!
I'm begging for air, but I'm drowning in space.
[Chorus- the track bursts wide open. Massive, towering drop-tuned power chords layered with tragic, stadium-sized synths. The ultimate 2010s metalcore explosion.]
The hands on the clock are frozen in place!
I'm drifting away in a comatose state!
I slipped right back in the undertow!
I'm just a phantom with nowhere to go.
[Verse 2- The guitars drop out instantly, leaving just a gritty, distorted bassline and a tight trap beat. Very moody and isolating.]
I'm pacing the ledge of the cliff
Do I step in the air? Do I fade in the mist?
The ledge of the cliff...
Will I shatter below or just cease to exist?
[Pre-Chorus- The driving drums and shimmering guitars return, pushing the energy back to the boiling point.]
The walls are collapsing on me!
The silence is deafening, bearing its teeth!
My own body feels like a grave!
Help me find a way out of the maze!
[Chorus- he massive wall of sound slams back in with crashing cymbals.]
The hands on the clock are frozen in place!
I'm drifting away in a comatose state!
I slipped right back in the undertow!
I'm just a phantom with nowhere to go.
[Bridge- the music completely cuts out. A single, haunting piano chord rings out in the darkness. Then, a slow, building, heavy rhythm starts to chug on the guitars.]
Resuscitate!
Reach in the dark and give me a pulse to accelerate!
Resuscitate!
Drag me to shore and give me a pulse to accelerate!
[Breakdown- a huge, atmospheric breakdown. Not fast, but impossibly heavy and wide. Dissonant guitar chords ring out over a slow, syncopated double-kick drum pattern. Synth choirs wail in the background.]
Suspended in time.
Suspended in time.
SUSPENDED IN TIME!
SUSPENDED IN TIME!
[Intrumental interlude]
[Final Chorus- the heavy guitars pull back slightly, letting the soaring vocals take center stage.]
The walls are collapsing on me.
The silence is deafening, bearing its teeth.
My own body feels like a grave!
I'm begging for air, but I'm drowning in space!
Comotose....
Comotose....
Comotose....
Slipped into the undertow....
Comatose!
Atlantica
