[Intro – soft piano, slow pulses]
Bury them deep…
All the bodies of the versions I outgrew.
Every ghost I keep
Still tries to crawl its way back through.
Tell me, love…
Do you ever feel the rot beneath your ribs?
Do you drown it…
Or do you let it live?
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[Verse 1 – tender, breathy, close-mic]
I’m stitching up the fractures in the places I was hollow,
Learning how to stand inside the silence I would follow.
I killed a thousand selves just trying not to feel the cost,
But every time I rise again, I’m shaped by what I’ve lost.
The mirror isn’t honest, but it’s brutal when it speaks,
I’ve become a darker thing—
Holy in the way it leaks.
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[Pre-Chorus – rising piano + low sub]
So tell me now…
What measure do you use for pain?
Is it worth it if it carves you
Into something not the same?
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[Chorus – melodic, emotional, bending into R&B phrasing]
How do you price a life lived breaking?
How do you weigh a heart still aching?
Every loss, every scar, every cross I toss
Into the grave with the bones of who I was.
If I come back corrupted,
But stronger than before…
Is the worth of the cost
Enough to open the door?
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[Verse 2 – darker, more electronic undercurrent]
I shed another skin
Just to feel the warmth of something new.
A serpent made of sins,
But every coil is shaped by truth.
I’m kneeling in the ashes of the covered-up remains—
A monument to every night I drowned beneath the pain.
But evolution takes
A sacrifice you never choose,
Every step forward
Is a version of you you have to lose.
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[Pre-Chorus – more intensity]
So tell me now…
If everything you touch decays,
Does that make you less divine
Or just more honest in your ways?
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[Chorus – fuller, more desperate]
How do you price a life lived breaking?
How do you weigh a heart still aching?
Every loss, every scar, every cross I toss
Into the grave with the bones of who I was.
If I come back corrupted,
But better than before—
Is the worth of the cost
Enough for you anymore?
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[Bridge – whispered, almost spoken]
We bury so much deeper than the soil ever sees…
We’re gardens filled with ghosts,
We’re temples built from casualties.
And all the blood we’ve spilled inside
Becomes the ink we write our names in.
Tell me—
Is your burden worth the shape it made you?
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[Breakdown – heavy, distorted, tribal drums + synth bass]
(half-sung, half-roared)
I AM the sum of all the bodies I have laid beneath my feet—
A cathedral made of damage
WHERE THE wounded learn to breathe.
If I’m monstrous, if I’M HOLY,
If I’m both in equal COST…
Every wound became an altar
To the versions that were LOST!.
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[Final Chorus – soaring + screaming harmonies]
How do you price a life lived breaking?
How do you weigh a soul remaking?
Every cut, every curse, every night I’ve crossed
Into the dark where the dead parts of me were tossed.
If I rise up corrupted,
But truer than before—
Is the worth of the cost
Something you’d still answer for?
[Long musical interlude]
Mmmm…..
Mmmm…..
Ohhhh….
Mmmm….
Ohhhh…..
Atlantica
