[Chorus 1- The song starts immediately with the full wall-of-sound. No intro. A massive crash of cymbals and fuzz.]
I’m so bored of the dying!
I want to see the colors bend!
Drive the car into the ocean!
Let the water be the end!
We’re just floating in the violence
Soak the leather in the brine
I want to feel the metal twisting
I want to feel your spine!
[Verse 1- The music drops out instantly to a dirty, distorted bass line and a hip-hop drum groove. The guitar makes high-pitched "squeals" like a siren.]
[Vocals are a lazy, melodic moan]
Taste the temperature...
It’s getting cold in the back.
You’ve got a gun in your teeth
And I’m picking up the slack.
It’s a razorblade smile
It’s a chemical dream
I’m watching you peel apart
At the seam.
[Groaned]
Don’t stitch it up.
[Verse 2- The drums switch to a rapid breakbeat. The vocals become rhythmic, almost rap-sung but breathy]
Change the channel.
I don’t want to watch this show.
I want to go where the parasites go.
Under the skin.
Under the waves.
We’re digging two very comfortable graves.
You look so pretty when you’re numb.
Here it comes.
Here it comes.
[Bridge- Shoegaze section. Everything slows down to half-speed. Beautiful, shimmering chords that sound like they are melting.]
[Falsetto vocals]
Float...
Above the wreck...
The glass looks like diamonds...
Around your neck...
(Stay inside)
(Stay inside)
[Chorus- The song starts immediately with the full wall-of-sound. No intro. A massive crash of cymbals and fuzz.]
I’m so bored of the dying!
I want to see the colors bend!
Drive the car into the ocean!
Let the water be the end!
We’re just floating in the violence
Soak the leather in the brine
I want to feel the metal twisting
I want to feel your spine!
AHHHH
[The Breakdown - This isn't a standard chug breakdown. It's a rhythmic, repetitive, hypnotic pounding groove. It’s heavy because of the repetition, not just the tempo.]
[HEAVY RHYTHMIC GROOVE]
SHOVE IT DOWN!
SHOVE IT DOWN!
MAKE! IT! FIT!
[DISSONANT CHORD]
I WANT TO WATCH IT BURN!
I WANT TO WATCH IT BURN!
BOREDOM! IS! A! DISEASE!
GET ON YOUR KNEES!
AND PRAY FOR THE CRASH!
[Outro- The heavy guitar sustains one note. The drums continue a tribal tom-tom beat. The vocals repeat a mantra, fading into the reverb.]
Soak it in.
Wash it off.
Soak it in.
Wash it off.
[Feedback swells until it cuts to abrupt silence]
Atlantica
