Lyric

Steel in the eyelids, neon in the rain

Cold little halo over deadline pain

Soft toy moon on a rumbling screen

We build tomorrow from a broken machine

Hush now… don’t break

Candy light… stay awake

Rise, rise

Hands to the wire, eyes to the night

Rise, rise

Carry the spark till the dark goes white

We are the men with the export smoke

Patching the build when the framerate chokes

Drums in the server room, bass in the bone

Nobody here gets to carry alone

Composer counting the bars like debt

Coder with the coffee and a jaw clenched wet

Artist painting fire with a trembling wrist

QA finding ghosts in the particle mist

The shareholders call with their polished teeth

“Higher retention. Cut beneath

Raise the curve, raise the heat

Make them pay, make it sweet.”

But the sweet is hard, and the cute is war

Sticker stars on a bloodshot floor

Glocken tears in a plastic sky

And still from the throat comes: rise, rise

Who keeps the pulse when the brief runs wild?

We do, we do

Who guards the dream of the sleeping child?

We do, we do

Ribbon and sugar, don’t let go

Even in the static, flowers grow

Rise, rise — through the clipping red

Through the notes unsent and the words unsaid

Rise, rise — though the ladder bends

We hammer a hymn where the waveform ends

Shoulder to shoulder, line by line—

Make it bright, make it shine

Night by night, we hold the load—

Candy heart on the overload

Rise, rise

No one here goes down alone

Rise, rise

Build the future, brick by tone

Rise, rise

Sugar in the static

Rise, rise

Holy and automatic

Rise, rise

Glitch, rewind, then face it

Rise, rise

Break — rebuild — replace it

Producer reads the market fear

A&R says, “Give me a bigger year.”

Streamer wants moments, label wants reach

Every new summit retreats from speech

My skill path flickers in the monitor glow

How long will the hands know what they know?

How long till the children outrun our names

Till craft gets priced like a bundle of frames?

I stand by the bed where my daughter sleeps

City-light gold on her dreaming cheeks

I pray no god of the graph or chart

Buys the small kingdom inside her heart

Let her grow straight where we had to bend

Let her make songs that the numbers can’t end

Let me stay useful, let me stay kind

Let me leave more than a product behind

No saint in the sprint

No peace in the pitch

Only breath, only will

Only stitch after stitch

No crown in the launch

No rest in the trend

Only us, only us

Till the long night bends

When the screen goes black?

We sing it back

When the road climbs high?

We do not die

When your hands shake thin?

We pull you in

Then what do we do?

Rise, rise

Algorithm cathedral, glass lung choir

Mercy in the circuit, faith in the fire

Our names are temporary, the making is not

We kneel to the work and become what we wrought

Bell-tone stars in a minor sky

Tiny pink bandage where engines cry

Ashes of ego, milk-tooth dawn

We lose, we learn, we carry on

Rise for the dead files

Rise for the new voice

Rise for the rent due

Rise for the hard choice

Rise for the girl asleep

Rise for the oath we keep

Rise for the song not sold

Rise till the hands grow old

Rise, rise — through the bitter feed

Through the boardroom smile and the metric greed

Rise, rise — let the cheap gods shout

We make the thing that outlives doubt

Hammer the kick and the snare in line—

Make it cute, make it shine

Carry the build through the freezing dawn—

Tie a bow and keep moving on

Rise, rise — even cracked, we stand

Rise, rise — heart to heart, hand to hand

Rise, rise — from the ache, from the strain

Rise, rise — sing the loss into gain

My little one, sleep

The night is loud, but sleep

We are still here

We are still making light

Rise, rise…

Rise, rise

No one here goes down alone

Rise, rise

We build tomorrow from flesh and tone