[Intro- A lone guitar plays a clean, spindly riff with heavy reverb. It sounds lonely and haunting. Suddenly, the drums crash in with a rapid "D-beat" punk rhythm.)
[Verse 1]
The velvet’s thin, the wood is dry
We’re staring at a painted sky
You move your arm, I kick my feet
A synchronized dance on a dead-end street.
The ink is wet on the master’s script
While we’re gagged and bound in the orchestra pit.
[Pre-Chorus- Bass guitar takes the lead with a grinding, overdriven tone]
Tighten the wire!
Stoke the fire!
The balcony’s full and the stakes are higher!
[Verse 2- Drums drop to a half-time "sludge" groove]
Silver spoons in a lead-lined bowl
They bought the theater, then they bought your soul.
Smile for the boxes, bow for the floor
Then get back in line and beg for more.
The rafters are shaking, the paint starts to peel
Nothing is broken because nothing is real.
[Chorus- Anthemic and soaring, Nirvana-style melody with a "sandpaper" vocal grit]
We’re just puppets choking on the golden twine
Drinking the vinegar and calling it wine!
The spotlights burn but we can’t see the crowd
The laughter is deafening, the silence is loud!
Cut the cord! Cut the cord!
[Bridge- The Metalcore pivot. High-pitched feedback rings out over a "chug-rest-chug" rhythm]
[Screamed]
THEY’RE PULLING THE LEVERS!
THEY’RE COUNTING THE COINS!
WE’RE THE JOKE...
AND YOU’RE THE PUNCHLINE!
[Outro- Tempo slows significantly—a crushing, "breakdown" pace. The Drop D string is bent out of tune for a "nauseous" effect]
[Gutteral Screams]
CHOKE ON THE FILAMENT!
DANCE IN THE DIRT!
[High Frantic Screams]
The seats are full of ghosts!
The show is a graveyard!
BURN THE THEATRE DOWN!
BURN. IT. DOWN.
[Chorus- Anthemic and soaring, Nirvana-style melody with a "sandpaper" vocal grit]
We’re just puppets choking on the golden twine
Drinking the vinegar and calling it wine!
The spotlights burn but we can’t see the crowd
The laughter is deafening, the silence is loud!
Cut the cord! Cut the cord!
[Instrumental breakdown- heavy and math-rock breakdown]
Atlantica
