[Intro] ([Sound of muffled stati] [low bass hum that vibrates] [a sharp intake of breath] [Ethereal, echoed vocals start low] Light bends... Sound dies... Welcome to the eye of the storm. [Verse 1] Studded leather and a heavy heart I’m the piece that tears the light apart Shoulder length shadows, red in my bangs While my brother’s out there showing his fangs He’s the mountain, the rock, the shield I’m the force that makes the universe yield Three feet of hazy, three feet of blur Touch the event horizon, if you even dare. [Pre-Chorus] [Music begins to swell, industrial drums kick in] The air is getting thick like lead The silence is screaming inside of my head ([Male speaking voice]:Stay grounded, Aether!) I hear him shout Before the pressure puts the candles out. [Chorus] [Heavy Pop-Punk Explosion] I am the Gravity Shift, the center of the dark I’m the cold black halo, the dying of the spark Hold onto the earth, 'cause the floor is gonna rise See the golden brown fire burning in my eyes! I’ll pull you in, then I’ll blow you away The Kirishima blood is the price you’re gonna pay! [Verse 2] [Grungy, chugging guitar riffs] Local anomaly, I’m the glitch in the frame I don’t need a statue, I don’t need the fame Just a shaggy-haired ghost in a warped silhouette A localized nightmare you’ll never forget. Kiri’s got the hardening, he takes every hit But they can’t land a punch when the physics won't quit! (Keep your feet planted!) [Bridge] [Music drops to a low, vibrating hum—Vocals become haunting and distorted] Counting down... twenty-five... Hold your breath to stay alive... The air is screaming... the light is thin... (Kiri, hold on, I’m letting it in!) DECOMPRESS. [Guitar Solo - Fast-paced, chaotic, "Windy" energy] [Chorus] [Maximum Intensity] I am the Gravity Shift, the center of the dark I’m the cold black halo, the dying of the spark Hold onto the earth, 'cause the floor is gonna rise See the golden brown fire burning in my eyes! I’ll pull you in, then I’ll blow you away The Kirishima blood is the price you’re gonna pay! [Outro] [Music slows down abruptly, sound becomes muffled as if underwater] Gravity sickness... spinning in place... ([male speaking voice]: I gotcha, Sis.) Deep pressure... grounding... Everything... back... in... space... [Fades out with a single, distorted guitar note]
