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The first part of our apocalyptic story, the beginning of the end and the semantics of a massive watery grave, a metaphor for raining anger , followed by blood, followed by heartache as they all follow the flood.
lyrics
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.
credits
from
"Split It Out",
track released December 30, 2013
Music by Breathelast / Lyrics by Mihai
Sound Engineer / Producer : Marius Costache
Recorded @ Next Dog Studio
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