Lyrics
[PROMPT: Slow progressive alternative-metal, ~68 BPM, heavy half-time groove, hypnotic bass, tribal toms, dark atmospheric guitar, odd-meter passages, restrained mysterious male vocals building into explosive layered choruses. Long instrumental tension, psychedelic textures, spiritual/apocalyptic mood. Cryptic imagery, no direct religious references.]
[Intro — distant feedback, bass pulse, heartbeat kick]
Count the teeth inside the wheel,
One by one they disappear.
Every mark they carved in stone
Is breathing underneath us here.
[Verse 1 — sparse bass, whispered vocal]
The rivers learn a bitter tongue,
The sky wears bruises in the east.
Crowns are traded, names erased,
While starving mouths applaud the feast.
They drew the map before the road,
Measured shadows before the sun.
We laughed at warnings dressed as riddles—
Now watch the riddles become one.
[Pre-Chorus — toms rising]
Still we stare into the glass,
Little gods inside our hands.
Counting strangers, counting hearts,
While something ancient counts the sands.
[Chorus — HUGE HALF-TIME]
Wake…
The ceiling’s coming down in pieces.
Wake…
The pattern’s bleeding through the seams.
Every symbol finds its season,
Every whisper grows its teeth.
But the watchers sleep.
[Instrumental — 7/8 guitar figure → crushing 4/4 half-time, bass-forward]
[Verse 2 — clean guitar, eerie vocal harmony]
A merchant weighs the breath of men,
Numbers branded without flame.
Truth is dressed in borrowed skin,
And every liar wears a name.
Wars arrive like weather fronts,
Brother learning brother’s aim.
The earth coughs underneath our feet,
Still we scroll and call it rain.
[Break — instruments drop, whispered layers]
First the rumor.
Then the fracture.
Then the hunger.
Then the crown.
We were told without being told.
We were shown without looking down.
[BUILD — tribal drums / distorted bass]
Can you feel the architecture?
Can you hear the gears align?
Footprints waiting in tomorrow
Were already drawn behind.
[Chorus — layered vocals]
WAKE…
The ceiling’s coming down in pieces.
WAKE…
The pattern’s bleeding through the seams.
Every symbol finds its season,
Every whisper grows its teeth—
And still the watchers sleep.
[Breakdown — extremely slow half-time, massive guitar hits]
OPEN.
YOUR.
EYES.
Not to me.
Not to them.
Not to kings who sell the end.
Look between
what was promised
and what stands
outside your door.
[Long psychedelic guitar solo — strange time signatures, gradually intensifying]
[Final Verse — quiet, almost spoken]
Perhaps the end was never hidden.
Perhaps the veil was ours to wear.
Perhaps the warning wasn’t thunder—
Maybe it was always there.
[Final Chorus — slowest/heaviest]
Wake…
Before the final grain descends.
Wake…
Before the circle meets its end.
The old words breathe beneath the noise,
The ancient clock refuses sleep.
Everything falls into place…
[silence]
…and no one sees.
[Outro — single bass pulse, distant reversed voices, feedback fading into silence]
Style
progressive alt-metalodd time signatureshypnotic basstribal drumsdark vocalscrushing riffseerie atmosphere.english
Credits
Prompt by
TheBroken
TheBrokenGeneratedAug 19, 2026
ModelZona