[Intro-A wash of white noise and shimmering, reverse-delay guitars. It sounds like waking up underwater. A slow, thundering kick drum beats like a hesitant heart. The atmosphere is cold and vast.]
[Verse 1- Bass enters—thick and fuzzy, vibrating the floor. Vocals are whispered, intimate, barely cutting through the haze.]
I am a monument to a war that ended years ago.
Dust collecting on the mantle of the bone.
I trace the cracks in the ceiling of the sky,
Watching the colors bleed out and dry.
I saw a flash in the pan, a spark in the wire,
A hallucination of a holy fire.
Did the ice finally break?
Or is it just the shifting of the weight?
[Pre-Chorus- Guitars swell into a massive, shoegaze drone. The texture is overwhelming.]
A sudden twitch in the severed nerve.
A motion that I don’t deserve.
It felt so real.
It felt so real.
[Chorus- Explosive energy. The guitars are a tidal wave of distortion, vocal melody is soaring, desperate, and beautiful.]
Fuck, I thought I was alive again!
I felt the current rushing through the skin!
But I’m just a statue learning how to weep,
Walking through the shallows of the deep.
Is this the pulse? Or just the echo of the fall?
A shadow puppet dancing on the wall.
I’m buried in the soil before I’m cold,
Buying back the soul that I have sold.
[Verse 2- The distortion cuts out. Clean, liquid guitar notes drift over a syncopated drum groove.]
We are rehearsals for a play that never starts.
A pantomime of beating hearts.
Reciting lines written in a foreign tongue,
Filling up the vacuum in the lung.
I mistook the reflection for the light,
A prisoner in love with the night.
If I scream into the void and it doesn't answer back,
Do I exist within the black?
[Chorus- Full Intensity - Wall of Sound]
Fuck, I thought I was alive again!
I felt the current rushing through the skin!
But I’m just a statue learning how to weep,
Walking through the shallows of the deep.
Is this the pulse? Or just the echo of the fall?
A shadow puppet dancing on the wall.
I’m buried in the soil before I’m cold,
Buying back the soul that I have sold.
[Bridge- The music dissolves into an ethereal ambient section. Synth pads sound like wind howling through a canyon. Vocals are layered, harmonious, drifting.]
It’s just a reflex...
(The body moves, but the house is empty)
It’s just a reflex...
(The lights are on, but no one is home)
[Breakdown / Screamed- The tempo doesn't drop to a slow chug; instead, the drums lock into a fast, driving double-bass groove. The guitars create a wall of dissonance]
Don’t call it a resurrection when it’s just a muscle spasm!
I am dragging this vessel across the chasm!
It’s a chemical ghost in a hollow shell,
Convincing the prisoner that he loves the cell!
You can paint the eyes open!
You can jumpstart the chest!
But you can’t put the spirit back inside of the rest!
DEAD IN THE RAIN!
[Outro]
[The chaos collapses instantly into a single, clean guitar note, repeating with heavy delay.]
Fuck, I was alive again...
Atlantica
