Temper and Tranquility - Down You Go EP

00:00 - Down You Go
05:45 - Down You Go (Metal Collab with Cry1ngk1d)
11:02 - Down You Go (Acoustic Collab with sogal35)

Shattered steel on burdened shoulders, aching under poisoned skies.
Silent corridors remember every scream you couldn’t hide.
Nights collapse like dying planets, gravity in every breath.
Walls that watched became your captors, carving terror into flesh.

break the bones
break the name
strip the soul and leave the frame
empty hands on colder floors
eyes unblinking, wanting more
you are nothing, says the dark
you are void, you bear the mark
let the silence split you open
let the sky come crashing down

Ghosts you never meant to summon drag you back to iron beds.
Dreams turn rancid, rotted memories gnawing through your fragile threads.
Every hour bleeds another moment stolen, torn away.
You return but not returning, pieces missing, lost to day.

shiver, shatter, swallow blood
hear the pounding in the flood
pull the world across your spine
drag the past through rust and brine
no release and no escaping
no more breath your lungs are taking
you were broken long before
you will break forever more

tear the dawn to splinters
spill the marrow on the floor
screaming rooms with shuttered windows
beg for quiet, get no more
claw the sky with fractured fingers
curse the weight you cannot lift
let the memory devour you
let the agony persist
rot beneath the sermon’s rhythm
rot beneath the guard’s cold eyes
rot inside the word “survival”
rot until the soul divides
nothing left and less than nothing
choking on the aftertaste
violence carved into your shadow
hope extinguished, love erased

down you go
down you stay
this is where the lost decay
tear the name out from the bone
you will wander, never known
here the world forgets your breathing
here the night forgets your face
even silence flees your footsteps
even void denies you grace

Weighted nights collapse around you, crushing every fragile spark.
Echoes fade into the blackness, leaving only staggering dark.
Hands once reaching now hang hollow, empty from the constant fight.
All that’s left is ruined quiet, sinking out of mortal sight.

This is a concept piece about prolonged captivity, trauma conditioning, and the psychic collapse that follows. The imagery stays very consistent: steel, corridors, guards, beds you’re chained to, a body being methodically destroyed, and the internal “you are nothing” refrain that comes out of institutionalized abuse. It’s not metaphor in the abstract sense; it’s pulling directly from the sensory world of someone who has survived torture or long-term coercive confinement and is describing it the way it actually feels inside the body.