[Intro – ambient pads, slow pulse bass]
Can you see it in the slow collapse?
Every promise turns to ash in the lapse.
Hope’s a whisper on an empty wind…
We chase the start just to circle the end
Verse 1 – heavy bass, clean vocals, subtle guitar reverb]
I feel the deadbeat drum of our hearts,
A ghost that neither of us can part.
Eyes glossed over like unwritten pages,
Dreams pacing cages through the ages.
March in place, the ground keeps breaking—
Every step forward is the one we’re faking.
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[Pre-Chorus – atmospheric synth, soft falsetto]
Can you see the hopeless end we bend toward?
Can you feel the beat we once adored?
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[Chorus – full band, distorted guitars, layered vocals, crashing drums]
Are we marching to nowhere,
Or spinning around the same fear?
Fading slow in the empty air,
A ghost of touch in dwindling glare.
If this is the end, let’s not pretend,
Dead hearts beat but still descend.
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[Verse 2 – heavier guitars, pulsing bass, melodic screams]
Your voice a tremor in a fault-line throat,
Sinking ship inside a paper boat.
We talk in circles, spin in spirals,
Worship endings like broken idols.
Touch me soft like a closing door,
Sweet as silence we can’t ignore.
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[Pre-Chorus 2 – ambient pads, whispered vocals]
Can you feel the dead beating of our hearts?
Eyes glazed over like fading art…
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[Chorus – heavier, distorted low end, layered harmonies]
Are we marching to nowhere,
Circling back to despair?
You hold me like you’re barely there,
A ghost of touch in thinning air.
If this is the end, say it again,
Nothing breaks softer than where we begin.
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[Bridge – soft piano + pads, slow build, layered falsetto]
Tell me…
If you close your eyes, do you see the fall?
The slow unthreading of it all?
Would we hold together or drift astray—
Two silhouettes learning how to fray?
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[Breakdown – distorted guitars, half-time drums, aggressive vocals, subtle rising noise sweep under the screams, reverb tails to accentuate chaos]
[Screamed] Dead hearts beat, but they beat off-time!
[Screamed] We chase fate down a fault-line spine!
[Screamed] Glossed eyes see, but the sight’s not mine!
[Screamed] Hope shatters clean like a holy lie!
[Screamed] Step by step in a loop of doubt!
[Screamed] Every scream just a silent shout!
[Screamed]Marching nowhere—can’t back out!
[Clean echo underlayer] We’re the ending we wrote about…
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[Final Chorus – full band, emotional lift, layered screams & clean vocals]
Are we marching to nowhere,
Or asking the void if it’s still there?
Your touch feels colder in thinning air,
But I still reach for what we shared.
If this is the end, let it descend—
Dead hearts beat, but they still contend.
Atlantica
