Intro – soft, airy, almost whispered] I feel the pressure in my lungs, another phantom weight I carry. The quiet builds like winter storms that whisper they’re not temporary. [Verse 1] – emotional, melodic metalcore style I’ve been running from the tremors in the corners of my mind. Every memory’s a landslide I’ve been trying to outrun in time. I keep stitching up the fault lines like I’m scared of letting go, but the cracks keep getting wider and the truth begins to show. [Pre-Chorus – rising tension] I’m shaking in the silence, but no one sees the strain. A smile for the moment, a lifetime wrapped in pain. [Chorus – big, melodic, Avalanchy] I’m living in the aftershocks, just waiting for the ground to split. I’m drowning in the echoes of the things I swore I’d never admit. If I fall apart tonight, will the pieces finally make me whole? I’m living in the aftershocks… still searching for control. [Verse 2 – more drive, more frustration] I’ve been waking up exhausted from the battles in my dreams. Every nightmare feels prophetic, like my heart is tearing at the seams. But I keep walking through the ruins like I’m built for this collapse. If survival is a habit, then I’m tied into the traps. [Pre-Chorus] I’m shaking in the silence, but no one sees the strain. I’m trying not to crumble under everything I’ve been. [Chorus – repeated, bigger] I’m living in the aftershocks, just waiting for the ground to split. I’m drowning in the echoes of the things I swore I’d never admit. If I fall apart tonight, will the pieces finally make me whole? I’m living in the aftershocks… still searching for control. [Bridge – slow, emotional, cinematic] Maybe breaking is the blessing that I’ve always tried to hide. Maybe healing only starts when there’s nothing left inside. If the walls begin to crumble, let them crash and let them burn. Maybe all this devastation is the place where I return. [Big Solo - Heavy Metalcore Breakdown] [Final Chorus – the emotional peak] I’m living in the aftershocks, still waiting for the ground to split. I’m haunted by the echoes of the things I swore I’d never admit. If I fall apart tonight, let the pieces fall like gold. I’m living in the aftershocks… and finally taking hold. [Outro – soft echo] Still shaking… still breathing… still learning to unfold. ---

Aftershock