[Intro- Tempo: 180 BPM - Manic/Frantic. A solo grand piano plays an incredibly fast, dissonant jazz, erratic free-jazz. It is jagged, percussive, and technically demanding.]
[Suddenly, the full band slams in. The drums play a complex 7/8 polyrhythm while the guitars tap-dance over the fretboard, matching the piano’s chaos note-for-note.]
[Verse 1- Vocals: Rapid-fire screaming, almost rapping in rhythm]
Check the gauges, check the fuel
I played the mechanic, I played the fucking fool!
You said "We go together," hand on the hatch
But you were already striking the match.
I held the ladder, you climbed the rungs
Now I’m tasting exhaust in my lungs!
One seat, one suit, one way trip
I watched the smile curl on your lip.
[Pre-Chorus- tempo: Shifts to 4/4 but feels off-kilter. Clean, angular guitar riffs intertwined with the piano]
The countdown started
And I was still standing on the concrete.
You looked me in the eye
And didn't even skip a beat.
[Chorus- Melodic Hardcore style - soaring but gritty]
You’re floating in the silence of the stars
I’m rotting here in gravity and scars!
You wanted the galaxy, you wanted the view
I guess the Earth wasn't enough for you.
Breathing bottled air while I choke on the dust
So much for loyalty, so much for fucking trust!
[Verse 2- Return to Mathrock chaos - 5/4 Time Signature. The piano is slamming chords like a percussion instrument now]
Radio silence!
You cut the comms the second you cleared the atmosphere.
Can you hear me up there?
Is the signal clear?
You selfish piece of shit!
You traded my life for a pilot’s kit.
I’m digging holes in the soil just to bury the past
While you’re burning up orbit way too fast.
[Bridge- tempo slows slightly to 140 BPM - Groove-focused. Bass guitar takes the lead with a thick, distortion-heavy riff]
I hope the silence drives you mad.
I hope you realize what you had.
Look down at the blue marble, look down at the place
Where you left me to die while you floated in space.
[The Breakdown- Tempo: 70 BPM - Half-time Sludge. The piano drops out. The guitars tune down. The bass is overwhelmed with fuzz. It is earth-shattering and slow.]
[Breakdown- Guttural Roars]
GROUND.
CONTROL.
TO.
NO.
ONE.
[Sub-bass drop]
YOU!
FUCKING!
TRAITOR!
[The rhythm hits a syncopated, chugging pattern on the lowest string]
I hope you choke!
On the vacuum!
I hope you freeze!
In the black!
[Chorus- Melodic Hardcore style - soaring but gritty]
You’re floating in the silence of the stars
I’m rotting here in gravity and scars!
You wanted the galaxy, you wanted the view
I guess the Earth wasn't enough for you.....
[Outro- Tempo: Returns to 180 BPM for a brief moment. The manic jazz piano returns, playing a happy, upbeat ragtime melody that sounds completely deranged against the fading feedback of the guitars.]
[Outro- Spoken word, dripping with sarcasm]
Enjoy the view.
Don't bother coming back.
[Music cuts violently to silence]
Atlantica
