The Flood (from Split It Out w/ CDC)

by Breathelast

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The Flood is Breathelast's second material and one side of the Split It Out material w/ Cap de Craniu.

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released April 21, 2016

Sound Engineer: Marius Costache / Studio148.

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Breathelast Bucharest, Romania

Formed in 2010, Breathelast delivers post hardcore / metal style of music with a mix of breakdowns and tempo changes, which confine a very personal feeling to the songs, building up the energy that comes out of this style of song-writing and playing.

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Track Name: The Flood
When the party's over, pick me off the floor,
Too many worlds shred between us,
I can see the writings on your bedroom walls.

As the words fall from our tongues,
I can see this day will end, time for goodbye.
Divided we fall, under broken shores, under wicked skies.

The hours pass the creeping, the never ending waste,
We are silent graves, we are torn by hate,
We eat away at our throats, sleepless in the ground,
A long way from home, never to be found, never to be found.

This wasteland in my chest, welcomes the flood.

As the words fall from our tongues,
I can see this day will end, time for goodbye.
Divided we fall, under broken shores, under wicked skies.

WE WELCOME THE FLOOD,
FROM SILENCE , WE REACH OUT...
SURFACE SO LOUD,
BUT NO ONE CAN HEAR US, NOW !

WE WELCOME THE LIES,
THE ANGER DIVIDED,
SOMETHING INSIDE,
BUT WE'RE ALREADY DEAD..

WE'RE ALREADY DEAD.

Show your true face, tell me your real name,
These troubled waters run the same..
The gravity of our mistakes, the burden of my grace...
The burden of my grace.

When the party's over.. pick me off the floor...
Too many worlds shred between us,
I can see the writings on your bedroom walls.
Track Name: Buried
Friends and foes alike, dress up to hang down,
No future now, maybe later on… all is gone.
Can you make it through the sound,
Can you make it in this town… alive.

Beautiful, we are, closer to the stars!
Buried alive in your heart, buried alive in your town.

We manifest a will to bleed,
So much anger left behind,
Make way for simple truths to breathe,
We are the buried alive, in your mind…

Sinister, sinister, the ways of others,
How some kill to get them bones…
The bed we’ve made, to sleep in tightly,
Is now a massive pile of stones…

Take the needle out, I just crave the sound,
Spin the record off, further from the ground,
All my kind devotion, next to mirrors cracked,
Send me away from your intentions, I will never look back.
I will never look back,
I’m alive!

Beautiful, we are, closer to the stars…
Buried alive in your heart, buried alive in your town…

Buried alive in your town,
I’m alive…

Your progress is slow…I want to let go…
Forget who you are… bury me now.
Track Name: Wolves
Down by the water, I lost my name to wolves,
Forgotten, their appetite, my own..
One of my own, will bring me down,
Will bring me down..

We turn to what we know we are,
Living dawn…
The night is young, and so are we…
But our days are gone…
And we come to call,
While your run and hide.
You can’t run from what..
What you are inside,
You can’t move at all!...

No time to scream, tonight…
No time to make it, back…

The sun will go down,
The fangs will remind me,
Of all those bites on my arms…
I feel them, moving inside me…
I’ll just close my eyes.

One of my own, will bring me down,
Will bring me down…

So crush my chest,
Rip my own heart out,
You can do whatever you want..
I’ve got wolves by my side…
I’ve got wolves by my side…
I’ve got wolves by my side…
I am wolf.
Track Name: Sinking Ships
We know our words,
Blankets for the coldest weather!

We look to home, guided by the cradle,
We sail for shores, to our graves, inhale..
Counting every god damn wave,
We’re going down, lest we forget..

These waters, moving in my lungs..
We’re sinking so fast, relics…
On a bottomless past, we are..
Your flooded version of the truth!

Your flooded version of the truth, stares into me…
Carry me home, before we’re lost at sea..

We know our words,
Blankets for the coldest weather..

We look to home, guided by the cradle,
We sail for shores, to our graves, inhale..
Counting every god damn wave,
We’re going down.

We know the rush, of every breath at sea,
The sinking ships, they fill horizon’s lifeline…
You’re all dead to me, inhale…
You’re all dead to me.