Music Details

Chemical Cathedral
Midtempo dark electro with glitch and industrial textures. 100 to 110 BPM in a minor key. Heavy distorted sub bass and deep pulsing low end. Gritty mechanical percussion with metallic hits and subtle industrial ambience. Verses tense and minimal with filtered synth pulses and restrained drums. Pre-chorus builds pressure using rising layered synth swells. Chorus hits with a massive bass drop, wide stereo impact, stacked vocals, cinematic intensity. Keep it dark and minor, avoid bright or euphoric chords. Post-chorus includes glitch vocal chops and fractured rhythm. Bridge strips down with minimal drums, filtered vocals, glitch artifacts, feeling of collapse. Final section returns cleaner and steadier, grounded and powerful, clarity after destruction.
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[Verse 1]
Built it brick by little brick
Quiet hands, a steady drip
Neon halos in the sink
Holy water I could drink
Marble veins and silver light
Sunday folded into night
I knelt where no one else could see
Glass and powder blessing me
[Pre-Chorus]
Every echo said my name
Every altar fed the flame
I called it mercy, called it grace
But lightning waits above the spire
[Chorus]
Strike the tower, split it wide
Let the stained glass fall inside
Burn the ladder I would climb
Chemical cathedral, not divine
Let it shatter, let it fall
No more prayers behind that wall
If it crumbles, let it be
What survives is really me
[Post-Chorus]
Not divine
Not divine
Not divine
[Verse 2]
Static choirs in my chest
Promised sleep and promised rest
Every ritual dressed in white
Every dose a second light
Built so high I couldn’t see
Who was underneath the plea
Scaffolding around my bones
Calling comfort home
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands were shaking, not in awe
Cracks were running through the floor
I felt the current in the wire
Lightning standing at the door
[Chorus]
Strike the tower, split it wide
Let the stained glass fall inside
Burn the ladder I would climb
Chemical cathedral, not divine
Let it shatter, let it fall
No more saints inside these walls
If it crumbles, let it be
What survives is really me
[Bridge]
I mistook the glow for God
I mistook the numb for peace
I mistook the height for heaven
I mistook the chains for release
Dust in the lungs
Dust in the lungs
[Outro]
No more towers in the sky
No more lightning asking why
Open ground beneath my feet
Air that doesn’t taste like heat
If I build again someday
It won’t be built this way
No more spires piercing through
Only foundations built on truth
Not divine
Just mine