[Movement I- The song begins with silence, broken only by a soft, rhythmic scratching sound. A clean guitar enters, playing a discordant, lonely melody with heavy delay. There are no drums yet.]
[Vocal: Whispered]
I checked the locks three times tonight.
I checked the windows.
I checked the light.
But the intruder is already inside.
It didn't break down the door.
It grew through the floorboards.
A bloom of velvet black.
Spreading across the drywall of my chest.
I can feel the spores settling in my lungs.
Converting the oxygen into panic.
Converting the blood into lead.
[Movement II- A snare drum begins a nervous, rolling military beat. The clean guitar gets louder, joined by a bass line that sounds like a growl. The tension is uncomfortable.]
[Vocal: Melodic, breathy singing]
It starts as a hum in the wires.
A frequency only the dogs can hear.
My hands are shaking, but the earth is still.
I am vibrating against my own will.
The house is breathing.
The hallway is stretching out for miles.
I am shrinking in the corner of the room.
While the shadow paints the ceiling in a shade of gloom.
Can you hear it?
The chewing?
The eating?
[Movement III- The drums switch to a slow, massive crash. The guitars explode into a Shoegaze "Wall of Sound"—thick, fuzzy, and overwhelming. The vocals switch to a raw, emotional scream, buried slightly in the mix like someone screaming from behind a wall.]
[Vocal: Screamed]
IT’S IN THE WALLS!
IT’S IN THE VEINS!
I AM THE HOST FOR THE HURRICANE!
THERE IS NO CURE FOR THE GRAVITY!
IT’S CRUSHING THE AIR OUT OF ME!
I AM ROTTING FROM THE INSIDE OUT!
A GARDEN OF GREY!
A MONUMENT TO DOUBT!
[Movement IV- The tempo drops drastically. This is the "Doomgaze" section. Every chord rings out for four beats. It is heavy, slow, and exhausting.]
[Vocal: Drawn out, agonized screams]
LET!
[HEAVY CHORD]
IT!
[HEAVY CHORD]
GROW!
[FEEDBACK SQUEAL]
COVER THE WINDOWS!
SEAL THE DOORS!
I DON’T LIVE HERE ANYMORE!
I AM JUST THE furniture!
I AM JUST THE DUST!
CONSUMED!
BY THE RUST!
[Movement V- The heaviness cuts abruptly to a single, high-pitched synth tone. It sounds like a flatline.]
[Vocal: Clean, dry]
It’s quiet now.
It’s finally dark.
No more fear.
Just the mold.
And me.
Oooohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhhhhh
Ooooooooh-ohhhh
Ohhhhh-ooooh
Fading and falling
Flailing and drowning
Dying and hiding
Flatlining
Fading and falling
Flailing and drowning
Dying and
hiding
Flatlining
[Screamed vocals]
I'M DYING!
[Interlude- The wall of distortion cuts out abruptly, leaving a high-pitched ringing feedback that mimics tinnitus. The drums stop completely. A clean guitar enters, playing a repetitive, dissonant picking pattern that sounds like water dripping in a cave. It is out of time with the delay pedal, creating a disorienting, spiraling effect.]
[Instrumental solo]
[Slowly, a deep, synthetic sub-bass begins to swell underneath, vibrating the floor. It doesn't have a rhythm; it just breathes in and out like a sick lung.]
Atlantica
