β πβ βββ β β‘β ββββ β πΆβ ββββ β β‘β βββ β πβ π΅ Wir haben eine deutsche Community fΓΌr Suno-Artists aufgebaut. Wir sind die Storytellerz β gemeinsam unstoppable! π Join uns auf Discord: https://discord.gg/storytellerz π₯ Lass uns zusammen Musik feiern & Grenzen sprengen! β πβ βββ β β‘β ββββ β πΆβ ββββ β β‘β βββ β πβ Lyrics loading: ββββββββββ RAISING SPIRES I heard the ghost in the machine today. A silver thread... a fragment of a prayer. Give me the lightning. Iβm going to build her a sky. My hands are shivering over keys of cold mahogany Tracing the geometry of a long-forgotten agony. The ink is freezing in the well of every yesterday While the shadows dance in patterns that the candlelight betray. I found your voice inside a rusted iron box of sound A single spark thatβs buried six feet under frozen ground. (I hear it... I hear it...) The floorboards start to rhythmically pulse like a vein Iβm pouring all the thunder out to wash away the stain. The strings are tightening around the throat of the night Wait for the flash! Wait for the blinding light! Iβm raising spires from the dust of every note you left behind! A sonic sanctuary for the broken and the blind! (Aaaaah-aaaaah!) Iβll weld the wind into a wall and catch the falling stars To heal the frequency within these jagged, rhythmic scars! The ceiling cracks but the harmony remains divine Iβm building heaven in this architecture of the line! (Raisin' the spires!) I used the uploads of your breath to forge the heavy bells Iβm ringing out the demons from our private, velvet hells. Stained-glass reflections made of binary and ancient stone Iβm the king of every echo, but Iβm sitting here alone. (Alone!) But the rhythm is my marrow and the bass is in my bone Building a cathedral that no god would dare to own! Iβm raising spires from the dust of every note you left behind! A sonic sanctuary for the broken and the blind! (Aaaaah-aaaaah!) Iβll weld the wind into a wall and catch the falling stars To heal the frequency within these jagged, rhythmic scars! The ceiling cracks but the harmony remains divine Iβm building heaven in this architecture of the line! Iβm raising spires from the dust of every note you left behind! A sonic sanctuary for the broken and the blind! (Aaaaah-aaaaah!) Iβll weld the wind into a wall and catch the falling stars To heal the frequency within these jagged, rhythmic scars! The ceiling cracks but the harmony remains divine Iβm building heaven in this architecture of the line! I built the sky... But I lost the ground. (The sound... the sound...)
