[Intro — no lyrics; atmosphere only; male baritone breaths/texture optional but not melodic; no backing vocals; narrow mix; tension = 0→10%] (no lyrics) [Verse 1 — male baritone (A2–E4), chesty, restrained, almost muttered; behind‑the‑beat phrasing; 80/20 dry; backing vocals absent; guitars angular; bass stalking; energy = 10→25%] I’ve been dragging round a weight I can’t name, breathing in the dark like the walls won’t stay. Every step I take feels hollow and thin, like the world keeps turning but I’m stuck within. [Pre‑Chorus — male baritone rising in frustration; still narrow; slight widening; mixed backing vocals (mainly male) enter subtly with low harmonies; energy = 25→45%] But you cut through the static, like a spark in the cold. I feel the pressure shifting, something taking hold. [Chorus — male baritone breaking into raw strained shouts; 55/45 dry‑wet; wide stereo; mixed backing vocals (mostly male) adding low harmonies + gang‑style shouts; energy = 45→90%] You’re the medicine, running through my veins again. When the sadness hits, you pull me from the edge of it. You’re the medicine, lifting up the lungs I’m in. When the shadows press, you’re the cure inside my chest. [Verse 2 — male baritone returns to narrow, gritty restraint; 80/20 dry; no backing vocals; guitars scratch and stab; bass more aggressive; energy = 40→55%] I was sinking slow in a room with no air, every thought collapsing, nothing left to spare. But you walked right in like a pulse in the night, and the floor stopped shaking when you held me tight. [Pre‑Chorus 2 — male baritone rising again; mixed backing vocals (mainly male) reinforcing tension; low harmonies only; energy = 55→70%] Yeah, you cut through the static, like a flare in the storm. I feel the pressure breaking, something being born. [Bridge — male baritone spoken‑sung, close‑mic, dry; no backing vocals; mantra‑like delivery; industrial edge; energy = 70→80%] All the noise, all the weight, all the nights I suffocate— you burn through, radiate, pull me back before I break. [Final Chorus — male baritone at maximum emotional strain; 55/45 dry‑wet; wide mix; mixed backing vocals (mainly male) with low harmonies + gang shouts; energy = 80→100%] You’re the medicine, running through my veins again. When the sadness hits, you pull me from the edge of it. You’re the medicine, lifting up the lungs I’m in. When the darkness spreads, you’re the light beneath my skin. [Outro — male baritone soft, breathy; 40/60 dry‑wet; backing vocals optional but minimal; feedback decay; energy = 100→0%] Breathe me out, breathe me in— you’re the cure beneath my skin.
