[Verse 1- A filthy, synthesized bass line and a mechanical, stomping drum beat. Guitars are playing a muted, rhythmic chug. The vocals are a strained, gritty melody, right on the edge of breaking.]
I try to breathe, but the atmosphere is venomous
I’m counting curses, feeling totally hollowed out
This daily grind is a terminal paralysis
The dam breaks open and the water takes us down.
[Chorus- Huge, dissonant, open-string guitar chords locking in with massive cymbals. tragic synths wail overhead.]
We're nothing more than savage beasts inside a cage!
But we are terrified to see the blood!
Don't look at me to be the hero of the simulation,
When the script is begging me to light the match!
Should I just light the match?!
Should I just light the match?!
[Verse 2- Drops immediately back to the gritty, industrial synth and drum groove. Extremely tense and claustrophobic. Vocals are delivered with a cynical, biting edge.]
I braced my spine, I swore that I could hold the line
The fault line fractured, now I’m slipping out of time
I burned the bridge, the only exit left behind
The dam breaks open and the water takes us down.
[Pre-Chorus- the music cuts out completely. A single, echoing, ethereal synth note rings out.]
This existence is a coma within a dream
[Chorus- the massive, stomping wall of sound returns with full force.]
We're nothing more than savage beasts inside a cage!
But we are terrified to see the blood!
Don't look at me to be the hero of the simulation,
When the script is begging me to light the match!
[Breakdown- the tempo stays the same, but the rhythm gets incredibly syncopated and complex—classic Architects. Guitars drop down to impossibly low, rhythmic stabs. The synths turn into a terrifying, choral swell.]
[Vocals: A mix of soaring, tragic cleans and visceral fry screams.]
Choking on the ash, a ruby in the dust!
Eternity is watching, while we shatter an empire made of mirrors!
[Deep, guttural low]
A coma within a... coma within a...
DREAM!
[Chorus- The soaring, tragic synth sweeps completely take over the heavy guitar groove.]
We're nothing more than savage beasts inside a cage!
But we are terrified to see the blood!
Don't look at me to be the hero of the simulation,
When the script is begging me to light the match!
[Outro- the groove locks in one final time, heavier and filthier than before. Sirens wail in the background. Pure, rhythmic destruction.]
We're nothing more than savage beasts inside a cage!
But we are terrified to see the blood!
Don't look at me to be the hero of the simulation,
When the script is begging me to light the match!
[Heavy guitar bend and chug]
Should I just light the match?!
[Syncopated drum fills]
Should I just light the match?!
[Desperate, tearing scream]
SHOULD I JUST LIGHT THE MATCH?!
SHOULD I JUST LIGHT THE MATCH?!
[Intrumental outro- math rock technicality and insane riffs play out]
Atlantica
