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This is the fourth song off my concept album - BREACH.
Fifty years ago, a colossal machine — its head lost in the clouds — emerged in the heart of the ocean, becoming the epicenter of a new world order. Controlled by an unknown force, it birthed an army of cybernetic enforcers that swept the Earth, hunting down humanity and replacing it with cold steel and circuitry.
Now, the world is a fractured wasteland. Power cells (Volts) are more valuable than diamonds, and only scattered pockets of resistance remain. From the shadows, a lone rebel leader — scarred, relentless, and haunted — journeys across continents, uniting the final fragments of humanity. Each song tells his story, his rallying cry, his losses and victories, as he gathers the last souls for a final uprising against the sky-high tyrant at the center of the sea.
|| Lyrics ||
Static spills as locks fall wide
Drone shells hiss and circuits cry
Smoke wraps light in crawling red
Past the towers of the dead
We cut the dark with pulse and will
Moving fast, moving still
He floods the core with fear and fire
But we’re synced to something higher
Beneath the vault, the echoes wait
Stacked in silence, set by fate
We weren’t the first to breach this dome
But we’re the last—wired as home
We are the final signal sent
Through the breach, unbroken, bent
No echo left, just living code
Alive beneath his overload
This is our end, or our ignite
We take the sky—we take the night
Floodgates strobe in fractured light
We scatter shields, we blind his sight
Reactor screams, his frame degrades
Still, he clings to fading shades
We rise in waves, we rise in sparks
Power born in hidden arcs
Each of us a data flame
Burning through his frozen name
He speaks in static, claims it’s peace
But his code’s a cage we ceased
We’ve seen the archives, read the lies
This isn’t war—this is reply
We run with ghosts, their strength in stride
Through broken halls we never hide
This moment’s forged in every try
From every one he let die
We are the final signal sent
Through the breach, unbroken, bent
No echo left, just living code
Alive beneath his overload
This is our end, or our ignite
We take the sky—we take the night
We are the final signal sent
Through the breach, unbroken, bent
This is our end, or our ignite
We take the sky—we take the night
|| Writer || Kalebae Music
|| Instrumental || Kalebae Music
|| DAW || FL Studio
|| Video Editing Software || CapCut
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