[Verse 1- A tight, punchy R&B-style drum beat. A moody, analog synth bass pulses underneath. The vocals are slick, rhythmic, and incredibly smooth]
I believed the fallout was the lowest low
But we’re still bleeding from the undertow
So we're faking it
Tangled in the web, let you sleep in it
One last night.
[Pre-Chorus- the beat picks up. Clean, atmospheric guitars slide in with a shimmering delay effect. The vocals transition from slick to a passionate, emotional belt.]
Handed you the knife that you kept at my throat
Every time I sank, you would use it to float
Had the upper hand
Tethered to the dark, so I cut the strand!
Bathed in the blue light when I’m desperate for sleep
I thought I burned the bridge, let me rot in my peace.
[Chorus- massive, arena-ready explosion. Shimmering 80s synth-pop melodies layered over heavy, drop-tuned power chords. Soaring, heartbreak-laced clean vocals]
Feels like you're paralyzed, a ghost in my head!
Drowning in the static, the venom we bled
Walking on the wire 'tween the sickness and cure
I survived the hell that you gave me, and more!
You’re paralyzed, a ghost in my head.
[Verse 2- instantly strips back to just a thick, grooving bassline and finger-snaps. Very intimate and modern. Vocals return to that fast, rhythmic delivery.]
Losing my grip hunting a silhouette
Just a mirage that I try to forget
Did your vanity
Save us both from the tragedy?
Cold as stone.
I'm slipping away and I’m reaching for vices
But all that I see is your shape in the crisis
Somebody pull me from the edge!
[Pre-Chorus 2- The clean guitars return, swelling rapidly and building massive tension alongside a heavy snare roll.]
Bathed in the blue light when I’m desperate for sleep!
I thought I burned the bridge, let me rot in my peace!
[Chorus- tThe massive wall of sound returns. Huge cymbals and driving double-kick drums beneath the poppy synth melody.]
Feels like you're paralyzed, a ghost in my head!
Drowning in the static, the venom we bled
Walking on the wire 'tween the sickness and cure
I survived the hell that you gave me, and more!
You’re paralyzed, a ghost in my head.
[Bridge- the synths and drums cut out. A single, haunting clean guitar rings out. Slowly, an impossibly heavy, syncopated djent groove fades in. It’s sludgy, angry, and completely shatters the glossy pop-rock vibe.]
I pray for the apathy to set in.
Turning to ash, paying for your sin.
'Cause you took my devotion and bled it dry!
[Heavy, dissonant guitar bend]
WOULD YOU smile AT THE WRECKAGE YOU LEFT BEHIND?!
[Chorus- The breakdown seamlessly merges back into the massive chorus rhythm]
Feels like you're paralyzed, a ghost in my head!
Drowning in the static!
Feels like you're paralyzed, a ghost in my head!
Drowning in the static, the venom we bled
Walking on the wire 'tween the sickness and cure
I survived the hell that you gave me, a ghost in my head.
[Outro]
You're paralyzed (a ghost in my head)
You're paralyzed (a ghost in my head)
You're paralyzed...
Atlantica
