[I — soft piano, distant pads]
Hush…
Your silence shivers like a prophecy
A sermon spoken through your fractured symmetry
You breathe in riddles,
Truth dissolving on your tongue—
Salted secrets
You’ve carried far too long.
I taste the truth beneath your trembling sigh,
A half-formed honesty afraid to multiply.
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[II — low bass pulse, brushed drums]
Your “I’m fine” is origami—
Folded careful, creased with doubt.
A fragile shape of safety
Designed to keep the truth shut out.
I match you lie for lie,
Soft fabrications sewn in rhyme,
A tapestry of quiet fear
We’ve woven, thread by trembling thread,
Pretending we’re not unraveling
At the edges of everything unsaid.
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[III — vocal swell, layered harmonies]
Let me touch the part you guard,
Where your words are torn and charred.
Let me see the truth you hide—
The tender ache you misclassify
As something
Better left to die.
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[IV — drums bloom, guitars enter]
What if honesty is violence
In a form we can’t survive?
What if every truth we swallow
Is the only way we stay alive?
Your secrets are a kingdom
Behind a rusted gate,
And mine are quiet tyrants
That refuse to abdicate.
We barter clarity for comfort—
A currency we counterfeit with trembling hands.
But the lie is never the problem…
It’s the truth that never lands.
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[V — full band, slow and weighty]
Speak to me
In half-truth harmonies,
In confessions dressed like poetry,
In wounds that whisper lullabies
Of promises we sterilize.
Say the thing you fear the most—
I’ll cradle it like holy smoke.
Let the truth catch fire in the open air,
Even if it burns,
Even if it scars,
Even if it tears.
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[VI — heavy drop, screamed/sung duality]
[screamed]
YOUR TRUTH IS A WEAPON
YOU HIDE BEHIND YOUR TEETH
MY LIES ARE A SANCTUARY
BUILT ON BROKEN BELIEF
[sung]
But still we breathe
In this cathedral of deceit—
Two hearts misaligned,
Yet somehow incomplete
Without the secrets
Keeping rhythm underneath.
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[VII — half-time, massive ambience]
If I spill my shadows all at once,
Would you stay to watch them crawl?
If you tore your silence open,
Would I recognize it at all?
Some lies are just honesty
Wearing armor to survive.
Some truths are just blunt force
We mistake for being alive.
Let me bleed the parts I buried—
Let me show you where they live.
Let me see the scars you carry
In the places you can’t forgive.
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[VIII — soft piano returns, whispered vocals]
Hush…
Not every secret needs the sun.
Not every truth is meant to run.
But if we meet
Between the lines—
Where your quiet shadows
Anchor mine—
Maybe the lies won’t feel like crimes,
And maybe the truth
Won’t need to hide.
Just stay here
In the dim with me…
Where everything we fear
Still fits
Just right.
[IX — heavy, abrupt, final]
[sung, strained]
All your truths…
All my lies…
Meet in the place
Where something sacred dies—
[screamed]
LET THE SHADOW BREAK
WHAT THE LIGHT CAN’T HOLD—
WE ARE SECRETS
CARVED IN BROKEN GOLD.
NOTHING LEFT TO HIDE.
NOTHING LEFT TO SAVE.
But still…
we stay.
Atlantica
