[Instrumental Intro- A full 30 seconds of pure atmosphere. A deep, pulsing analog synth bass throbs like a slow heartbeat. Ethereal, wordless choir vocals wash over a distant, echoing trap beat. It feels seductive but dangerous, setting a dark, cinematic mood]
[Verse 1- The trap beat tightens up. A clean, delayed guitar plucks a haunting melody. Vocals are incredibly soft, breathy, and close to the mic.]
I struck the match again, swore I'd contain the flame
Thought I could turn it around
Promises turn to ash, I need to hear you swear
You're gonna stay with me now.
[Pre-Chorus- the bass gets grittier and sub-heavy. The vocals shift into a sultry, rhythmic R&B cadence—intimate and desperate.]
I crave the poison on your breath
The way you pull me to the edge
The tear-stained pillows on the bed
The way you touch, the way you leave me dead.
[Chorus- the track opens up. Huge, shimmering Dayseeker-style synth pads and a driving, live pop-rock drum groove. The guitars are heavy but mixed smoothly, creating a warm wall of sound. Vocals are pristine, high, and soaring.]
When the sirens start to wail
Will we survive the fairy tale?
The hardest truth I had to find
Is passion leaves you paralyzed.
[Verse 2- Drops right back to the dark, pulsing trap beat. The guitar melody is replaced by a sinister, shifting electronic drone.]
You're in the floorboards of the house we built on broken glass
A ghost I can't evict
I bled it dry, I took for granted every single thing
I ever wanted to protect.
[Pre-Chorus- The sub-bass returns, shaking the room.]
I crave the poison on your breath
The way you pull me to the edge
The tear-stained pillows on the bed
The way you sin, the way you leave me dead.
[Chorus- the massive, emotional wall of sound returns.]
When the sirens start to wail
Will we survive the fairy tale?
The hardest truth I had to find
Is passion leaves you paralyzed.
When the sirens start to wail
Is this the price for the betrayal?
The hardest truth I had to find
Is passion leaves you paralyzed.
Passion leaves you paralyzed.
[Bridge- the heavy instruments drop away. Just an isolated, echoing piano and a slow, booming bass drum.]
You crash into my shores
A hurricane I can't ignore
You crash into my shores
Erasing everything I was before
Are you entertained?
Passion leaves you paralyzed.
Paralyzed. Paralyzed!
[instrumental Breakdown- absolute cinematic devastation, but completely clean. Impossibly low, drop F guitars chug in a slow, tragic, syncopated rhythm. Layered above them are massive, crying synth melodies. It is heavy, crushing, and sorrowful, completely driven by the instruments and the groove]
[Chorus- Seamless transition from the heavy breakdown back into the soaring, driving chorus. Cymbals crashing on every beat.]
When the sirens start to wail
Will we survive the fairy tale?
The hardest truth I had to find
Is passion leaves you paralyzed!
The hardest truth I had to find
Is passion leaves you paralyzed!
Paralyzed.....
Atlantica
