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Rise
album cover
Rise was released on June 4, 2026 by Sferoom as a part of the album The Second Skin
June 4, 2026
LabelSferoom
LanguageRussian
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Ripped sails dragging through the teeth of the storm
Shattered compass spinning, can't tell south from north
Splintered deck under bare feet, I don't step, I grind
Voice hoarse from screaming at the gale, still I don't die
Ribs like broken masts, every breath cuts deep
Saltwater lungs, I cough the sea in my sleep
Anchor chain snapping, I hear that metal scream
Rescue flare in my fist like a last-ditch dream
Coast guard signal, I throw it through the rain
Shaking in the wreck, but I say my own name
The hull keeps cracking, the whole world tilts
Still I pull my weight through the wreck it built
I rise from the wreckage
I rise from the wreckage
Pulse becoming the new rhythm
Pulse becoming the new rhythm
I rise from the wreckage
I rise from the wreckage
Saltwater lungs, still I sing
Cracked lens above me, I don't sink
Ripped sails in tatters, but I cut them loose
Shattered compass on the boards, I make my own route
Splintered deck under bare feet, blood on the grain
Voice hoarse from screaming, now I call through the pain
Ribs like broken masts, but I stand in the sway
Anchor chain snapping, I leave the dead weight
Rescue flare burns out, still my hands stay high
Coast guard signal blinking while I climb that line
The hull is a ruin, the mast is a scar
Saltwater lungs, I still know who we are
Every dar of my chest, every step in the foam
Pulse becoming the new rhythm, I make it home
I rise from the wreckage
I rise from the wreckage
Pulse becoming the new rhythm
Pulse becoming the new rhythm
I rise from the wreckage
I rise from the wreckage
Saltwater lungs, still I sing
Cracked lens above me, I don't sink
Bare feet on splintered deck, I take what remains
Anchor chain snapping, and I welcome the strain
Ribs like broken masts, but they hold when I breathe
Coast guard signal, that's the proof I still leave
I rise from the wreckage
I rise from the wreckage
Pulse becoming the new rhythm
Pulse becoming the new rhythm
I rise from the wreckage
I rise from the wreckage
Saltwater lungs, still I sing
Cracked lens above me, I don't sink
Written by: Плиско Георгий Александрович
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