Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro (Ominous, atmospheric)] [Guitar: Clean, echoing arpeggios with subtle dissonance] [Bass: Slow, pulsing undertone] [Drums: Sparse, tribal tom hits] Whispers of wings, Silent eyes watch… We were given the gift, And yet we tear it apart. [Verse 1 (Build tension)] Angels weep in endless skies, Observing the folly of our kind. We split the world, piece by piece, Blind to the scars we leave behind. Gold and power call our names, Feeding the hunger we can’t contain. A cradle of life, now torn in two, By hands that should have known what’s true. [Chorus (Heavy, cathartic)] Why must we break it? Why must we divide? The gift of reason, Lost to selfish pride. All that was whole, Now ripped in two— Is this our choice, Or what we’re doomed to do? [Verse 2 (Polyrhythmic, dark)] Eyes of light, they cannot comprehend, The wars we wage, the lives we rend. Angels whisper, “Why are we here?” To watch creation drown in fear. Mountains crumble, rivers bleed, The innocent fall to our endless greed. We reach for the stars, yet drag the dirt, A paradox of brilliance and hurt. [Bridge (Instrumental / Progressive breakdown)] [Guitar: Dissonant, sludgy riffs → tapping patterns] [Bass: Complex, weaving counterlines] [Drums: Polyrhythms, shifting time signatures] [Whispers echo:] “Why… why… why…” [Chorus (Return, more intense)] Why must we break it? Why must we divide? The gift of reason, Lost to selfish pride. All that was whole, Now ripped in two— Is this our choice, Or what we’re doomed to do? [Outro (Ethereal, fading)] [Guitar: Slow, melodic solo fading into feedback] [Bass: Sustained notes] [Drums: Sparse cymbal swells] We could have been one, We could have been more… But we chose the fracture, And the angels close their eyes.
Tags
Progressive metal, atmospheric, complex rhythms, dark, introspective, polyrhythmic, heavy, haunting, male
Duration
6:46
Instrumental
No
Created
4/4/2026