[Interlude- A slow, rhythmic pulsing synth begins, but it sounds distorted and irregular, like a failing heartbeat. Slowly, terrifying, apocalyptic brass horns groan in the deep background, vibrating the floorboards. A heavy, echoing Taiko drum strikes like a tolling bell]
[Verse 1- The heavy brass fades into a tense, suffocating electronic drone. The guitars are clean but drenched in a dark, chorus-heavy reverb. A slow, dragging trap beat keeps the time.]
They say we only get one end.
A final break we cannot mend.
But I have closed my heavy eyes
A thousand times to blackened skies.
I shed the skin I used to wear,
And leave another ghost in the empty chair.
I grieve the man I used to be...
'Cause he's rotting away inside of me.
[Pre-Chorus- The live drums enter with a slow, dragging tom-groove. The heavy guitars start to swell, playing dissonant, uneasy chords. The apocalyptic brass groans louder]
Every monument is just waiting for the rust!
Every beginning is a promise turned to dust!
I'm finding shadows in the blinding light!
[Chorus- Absolute cinematic devastation. A towering, tragic wall of sound. Crashing china cymbals, massive, drop-tuned guitar chords that drag behind the beat, and wailing, sorrowful synths. It sounds like watching a star collapse.]
This is the entropy!
Another stolen breath!
Pulling the color down into the depth!
We are decaying again and again!
Watch the horizon swallow up the sea!
I’ve died a hundred deaths inside this one,
Stepping out of the light, hiding from the sun!
We never finish, we just slowly fade!
This is the bed that we made!
[Verse- The drums build frantically into a suffocating crescendo. The brass section blares a terrifying, dissonant chord.]
The summer comes but I just feel the rot!
I'm keeping score of everything I haven't got!
The fire warms the house, but I just see the ash,
Waiting for the inevitable goddamn crash!
Even when the heavens try to pull me high,
I just feel the gravity dragging down the sky!
There is no victory that isn't built on bone,
Just another beautiful way to die alone!
Every monument is just waiting for the rust!
Every beginning is a promise turned to dust!
[Bridge- a synth and that slow, booming cinematic Taiko drum hitting like a funeral march]
How tragic are we?
To die so many times?
To forget all the words...
Just to ruin the rhymes?
I am a ghost.
I am a ghost!
[Breakdown]
Exhale THE breath!
SLOW DOWN THE PULSE!
THE LAST TIME, every time!
I AM erasing!
WE ARE DYING AGAIN!
[Chorus]
This is the entropy!
Another stolen breath!
Pulling the color down into the depth!
We are decaying again and again!
Watch the horizon swallow up the sea!
I’ve died a hundred deaths inside this one,
Stepping out of the light, hiding from the sun!
We never finish, we just slowly fade!
This is the bed that we made!
[Interlude- The heavy guitars abruptly cut to silence. The apocalyptic brass plays one final, mournful chord that slowly pitches downward as it decays]
[Intrumental outro/solo]
Atlantica
