Some stories
get under
your skin.

[low drone begins: deep, ominous synth hum, like a gathering storm]
[sub-bass pulses slowly, steady and foreboding]
[soft percussion: distant, echoing drum hits, like cracks forming in stone]

(Verse 1)
The wall is high, the cracks are deep,
A dam that holds what lies beneath.
[guitar enters: sparse, bending notes, trailing into reverb]
A pickaxe strikes, the echoes grow,
The waters churn, the pressure shows.

[ghostly choir pads rise, faint and haunting]
They call it chains, they call it stone,
But it’s the weight that keeps us whole.
[guitar bends upward, like a question left unanswered]
Each strike resounds, a warning clear,
The flood is close, the end is near.

[chorus]
[sub-bass grows heavier, rolling like distant thunder]
Ohhh, the dam is breaking, the waters rise,
[ghost-choir pads swell, harmonies echoing “rise”]
A flood of chaos fills the skies.
[guitar plays sparse, warped chords, processed to shimmer]
Ohhh, the cracks run deep, the walls give way,
The flood will wash the night to day.

[percussion grows slightly more insistent, like a slow march]
Ohhh, the dam is breaking, it won’t hold long,
The flood will drown the weak and strong.

(Verse 2)
[beat drops back to just ghost-choir pads and minimal guitar]
The signs were there, the warnings clear,
The waters whispered, “We are near.”
[guitar bends downward, like a sigh of inevitability]
But hands that swing don’t pause to see,
The cost of breaking what must be.

[ghost-choir pads hum low, almost imperceptible]
The flood is cold, it twists, it turns,
It takes no sides, it only burns.
[guitar plays a warped, descending arpeggio]
Not every wall is meant to fall,
Some hold the weight that saves us all.

[chorus repeats, with bass voices growing fuller]
Ohhh, the dam is breaking, the waters rise,
[ghost-choir pads swell, harmonies echoing “rise”]
A flood of chaos fills the skies.
[guitar plays sparse, warped chords, processed to shimmer]
Ohhh, the cracks run deep, the walls give way,
The flood will wash the night to day.

[percussion grows slightly more insistent, like a slow march]
Ohhh, the dam is breaking, it won’t hold long,
The flood will drown the weak and strong.

[bridge]
[all instruments drop to just ghost-choir pads and sub-bass]
Each strike, a choice, a weight we bear,
To break the dam, to strip it bare.
[guitar swells with warped, haunting tones]
But what comes next, when waters roar?
A shattered world, a broken shore.

[percussion re-enters softly, heartbeat-like]
It doesn’t end, it doesn’t fade,
The flood consumes what we have made.
[guitar bends upward, then trails off into silence]
A warning sung in cracks and stone,
The flood will leave us all alone.

[final chorus]
[all elements return, layered for maximum gravity and weight]
Ohhh, the dam is breaking, the waters rise,
[ghost-choir pads swell, faint harmonies echoing “rise”]
A flood of chaos fills the skies.
[sub-bass rolls with deep intensity, like heat radiating outward]
Ohhh, the cracks run deep, the walls give way,
The flood will wash the night to day.

[percussion fades to just a single heartbeat pulse]
Ohhh, the dam is breaking, it won’t hold long,
The flood will drown the weak and strong.

[outro]
[ghost-choir pads hum softly, fading into silence]
[guitar plays a final, warped note, trailing into reverb]
[sub-bass fades like a dying breath]
[end]