[Intro]
\n[Instrumental Intro: Thunder FX, Distorted Bass Rumble, Echo Guitar Scrapes, Heavy Drum Build]<\/p>\n
Rain tapping like a warning sign
\nCracks spreading down the line
\nEverybody laughed before
\nNow the water floods the floor<\/p>\n
[Verse 1]
\n[Arrangement: Gritty Blues Guitar, Punchy Bassline, Tight Snare Groove, Dark Organ Swells]<\/p>\n
They said the damage looked alright
\nJust patch it quick and dim the light
\nCover truth with paint and tape
\nHope the storm would change its shape<\/p>\n
But the shortcuts leave a trace
\nEach lie erodes the base
\nNow the ceiling starts to bend
\nFrom neglect we tried to defend<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\n[Arrangement: Heavy Power Chords, Layered Vocals, Crashing Cymbals, Driving Bass Pulse]<\/p>\n
Razed the roof
\n(Now the reign pours in)
\nCrazed a spoof
\n(Now the place is ragin’)<\/p>\n
Cut too deep
\n(And the walls grow thin)
\nLost the proof
\n(Of the state we’re in)<\/p>\n
[Verse 2]
\n[Arrangement: Syncopated Guitar Chugs, Pulsing Synth Bass, Tom-Heavy Drum Pattern, Vocal Delay Effects]<\/p>\n
We all knew the score
\nStill we kicked apart the door
\nSold illusion as repair
\nWhile the rot spread everywhere<\/p>\n
Now the wind screams through the beams
\nShattering the borrowed dreams
\nBuckets filling through the night
\nTrying to survive the bite<\/p>\n
[Bridge]
\n[Arrangement: Half-Time Breakdown, Low Organ Drone, Sustained Guitar Feedback, Rolling Thunder Percussion]<\/p>\n
You can\u2019t tear away the frame
\nAnd pretend it stays the same
\nEvery structure needs support
\nTruth is stronger than report<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\n[Arrangement: Full Band Explosion, Anthemic Drum Fills, Harmonized Guitar Leads, Massive Vocal Stack]<\/p>\n
Razed the roof
\n(Now the reign pours in)
\nCrazed a spoof
\n(Now the place is ragin’)<\/p>\n
Storms arrive
\n(Where the cracks begin)
\nNow the truth
\n(Is exposing everything)<\/p>\n
[Outro]
\n[Arrangement: Fading Rain FX, Slow Bass Decay, Ambient Guitar Echoes, Soft Organ Sustain]<\/p>\n
Drip by drip the lesson falls
\nThrough the fractured, weakened walls
\nWhat we break without repair
\nAlways finds us waiting there.<\/p>\n