[Instrumental interlude]
[Instrumental break- dark, pulsing 80s analog synth bass]
[Verse 1- A dark, pulsing 80s analog synth bass and a tight, electronic drum groove. Vocals are smooth, clean, and drenched in a melancholic reverb.]
The crimson caught beneath my nails
A marathon where everyone fails
Devotion is a poison we drank
Sinking like a stone in the tank
Whisper a ghost while I'm asleep (Night terrors)
It's venomous, the secrets we keep
Our boots are poured in concrete
Devotion is a poison when I’m tearing at your seams
Are you barely breathing? (Night terrors)
[Pre-Chorus- The synth bass thickens. A clean, chorus-heavy guitar slides in. Vocals start to strain, pushing into a passionate belt.]
Out in the cold, I'm blinding the headlights
Burning the engine just to feel alright, alright
I share the ache, you carry the weight
But we gotta break this rotation.
[Chorus- The track explodes. Massive, soaring power chords and crashing cymbals. The synths elevate to a bright, tragic stadium-rock melody. Vocals are flawless, high-register cleans.]
The fallout has just begun!
The fallout has just begun!
[Verse 2- instruments drop out instantly. Back to the tight, pulsing electronic trap beat and synth. Vocals return to a quiet, guilty intimacy.]
So brace for the tremor, we're built to collapse
I'm the one holding the match
No, I couldn't be your escape
If there's a promise, I will break (Night terrors)
Daylight, midnight
It's safer that you're not mine
I had the heavens to hold
Always find a way to show my heart is entirely cold.
[Pre-Chorus- the clean guitars swell back in, building the tension much faster this time.]
Out in the cold, I'm blinding the headlights
Burning the engine just to feel alright, alright!
I share the ache, you carry the weight
But we gotta break this rotation!
[Chorus- Return to the massive wall of sound. Maximum emotional delivery.]
The fallout has just begun!
The fallout has just begun!
[Breakdown- the music cuts. A single, heavy tom drum hits like a heartbeat. The guitars come in with a slow, agonizing, low-tuned djent chug. It feels heavy, dragging, and full of regret.]
[Vocals: Transition from aggressive rhythmic singing to full, tearing fry screams.]
I wear the crown of thorns like it's my religion!
Now I can see that I should've kept my distance!
[Heavy, syncopated band hit]
The fallout has just begun.
One day you'll see that the truth is I am an infection!
[Massive pick scrape down the guitar neck]
[Heavy Chorus / Outro- the heaviest part of the song. The soaring chorus melody returns, but the guitars are playing the chaotic breakdown rhythm underneath it. Total sensory overload.]
[Vocals: Blending the soaring clean melody with desperate background screams.]
THE FALLOUT HAS JUST BEGUN!
THE FALLOUT HAS JUST BEGUN!
THE FALLOUT HAS JUST BEGUN!
THE FALLOUT HAS JUST BEGUN!
I wear the crown of thorns like it's my religion!
Now I can see that I should've kept my distance!
The fallout has just begun.
Atlantica
