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My Mantle Is A Graveyard
(Verse 1)
I pull the smile on tight, another perfect day
Coffee rings on coasters, bills I have to pay
You ask me how I'm doing, I tell you that I'm fine
While I police the border of your world and mine
Down deep inside the core, where nothing ever shifts
I built a secret stillness out of ancient, cooling drifts
I’m the warden of the silence, keeper of the strange
Living on a surface that I have rearranged
(Pre-Chorus)
But the pressure’s building now, I feel it in the floors
A million locked-up yesterdays are banging on the doors
The chemistry is changing, a tremor in the heat
It's the rhythm of a war drum that I can't defeat
(Chorus)
My mantle is a graveyard for the person I once was
And I built all the fences, I authored all the laws
A dead zone deep inside me, that doesn't melt or mix
Surviving's just the cruelest of all geologic tricks
Yeah, my mantle is a graveyard, a kingdom I contain
Just pray you never see the fallout or the rain
(Verse 2)
We drove past Franklin Avenue, you didn’t see me flinch
I cinched the wires tighter, didn't give an inch
That name is from a layer I buried under stone
A fossil of a feeling I was supposed to outgrow
I manage all the heat flow, I redirect the vents
This fragile peace I live in is a life of self-defense
You see the calm convection, the easy day-to-day
You don't see the containment fields holding it at bay
(Pre-Chorus)
But the pressure’s building now, a humming in the wires
It’s fueling all these brand new, uncontrolled tectonic fires
The chemistry is hostile, a tremor in the heat
It's the rhythm of a war drum that I can't defeat
(Chorus)
My mantle is a graveyard for the person I once was
And I built all the fences, I authored all the laws
A dead zone deep inside me, that doesn't melt or mix
Surviving's just the cruelest of all geologic tricks
Yeah, my mantle is a graveyard, a kingdom I contain
Just pray you never see the fallout or the rain
(Bridge)
For billions of heartbeats, I kept it locked inside
This ancient piece of planet where the rest of me has died
And I ask myself sometimes, when the surface starts to crack
What would it cost to let it go? And could I take it back?
Or would the whole world shatter, from the sudden, violent breach?
A truth that’s always been right there, but just below the reach...
(Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break)
(A soaring, melodic guitar solo battles with dramatic, pulsing synths. It’s a fight between chaos and control. The drums are thunderous, building to a massive crescendo before cutting out for a half-second of silence.)
(Outro/Chorus)
My mantle IS a graveyard... and I'm standing at the gates!
Forged inside the fire of my forgotten fates!
A dead zone deep inside me that'll never melt or mix!
And living is the cruelest of all geologic tricks!
Yeah my mantle is a graveyard... a kingdom of my pain!
So get out while you can... here comes the acid rain!
About The Song
"My Mantle Is A Graveyard" translates a complex scientific discovery—a massive, chemically distinct 'dead zone' within the Earth's mantle—into a potent metaphor for personal trauma. The song explores the immense, active effort required to compartmentalize a part of oneself. It's not about being haunted by the past, but about the exhausting, moment-to-moment job of actively imprisoning it. Drawing from the anthemic, narrative-driven energy of artists like Post Malone and the dramatic, synth-rock theatricality of Chappell Roan, the song frames survival not as a passive state, but as a high-stakes, ongoing battle—a fragile truce with an ancient, internal world you've walled off but can never truly escape. It’s about the person who seems fine because they are the sole, exhausted warden of their own internal chaos.
Production Notes
Vocals: The performance is key. Verses should be tight, almost spoken-word with a tense intimacy (mic'd with a Neumann U87, minimal effects). The Pre-Chorus should build with rising intensity and a touch of delay automation. The Chorus demands a full-throated, raw, anthemic belt, double-tracked with heavy saturation (Soundtoys Decapitator) to give it grit and weight. The final outro should be on the verge of screaming, full of desperate energy.
Instrumentation: The core is a driving, live-sounding drum beat (heavy on toms) and a pulsating Moog-style synth bass that acts as the song's heartbeat. Arpeggiated electric guitars (clean, chorus effect) in verses give way to huge, wide-panned power chords in the chorus. The song's 'drama' comes from layered Juno-60 style synths that swell in the pre-chorus and chorus, providing a theatrical, cinematic backdrop.
Mix: Maintain a dynamic mix. The verses should feel close and contained. Automate the mix to explode in the chorus—pushing the drums, bass, and layered synths forward to create a wall of sound. The guitar solo should be the main focus, drenched in reverb and delay, before a stark moment of silence creates maximum impact leading into the final, aggressive outro.
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