Ghosts in the Wet Machine

[Intro] [Ominous Cinematic Strings] [Heavy Brass Swells] [Sudden Drop-Tuned Guitar Chug] [Double Kick Drum Rolls] [Heavy Verse 1] [Guttural Growl] Calcium pillars forming the frame! A breathing reactor that swallows the flame! We crawl from the dirt with a hunger in-side, A chemical pulse where the instincts col-lide. Just meat... just marrow... just gravity. [Pre-Chorus] [Guitars drop out, Strings sustain] [Operatic Tenor] But a storm wakes up in the hollow shell... A million firing threads pulling us out of the cell. Learning the shapes of the earth and the sky, Building an empire behind the eye! [Epic Chorus] [Massive Orchestral Swell with Heavy Guitars] [Clean Harmonized Vocals] WE ARE THE GHOSTS IN THE WET MACHINE! Carving a language from what we have seen! Holding a torch in the terminal night, Flickering out in the cold, cosmic light! We are the ash! We are the spark! Naming the shadows that move in the dark! [Heavy Verse 2] [Aggressive Mid-Tempo Riff] [Syncopated Rhythm] [Harsh Vocal] The jaw wants the harvest, the lung wants the air... But the cortex is building a world out of where? Out of no-thing! Out of the sound! Defining the limits of the blood on the ground! Syn-ap-tic high-ways paved over the beast! Looking for meaning while seeking the feast! [Pre-Chorus] [Guitars drop out, Strings sustain] [Operatic Tenor] A storm wakes up in the hollow shell... A million firing threads pulling us out of the cell. Learning the shapes of the earth and the sky, Building an empire behind the eye! [Epic Chorus] [Massive Orchestral Swell with Heavy Guitars] [Clean Harmonized Vocals] WE ARE THE GHOSTS IN THE WET MACHINE! Carving a language from what we have seen! Holding a torch in the terminal night, Flickering out in the cold, cosmic light! We are the ash! We are the spark! Naming the shadows that move in the dark! [Bridge] [Sudden Silence] [Solo Cello] [Whispered Vocal] We are an accident of the heat... A brief collision waiting to repeat. [Spoken Voice] A momentary configuration... ...waking up to its own expiration. [Breakdown] [Brutal Djent Riffing] [Half-Time Feel] [Low Death Growl] MOR-TAL! APES! WEAP-ON-IZED! THOUGHT! [High Shriek] BLEEDING OUT THE MEANING THAT WE CAUGHT! [Outro] [Fading Orchestra] [Clean Vocal, isolated] Returning to the ash... ...returning to the cold. [Low Brass sustained note] [End]