Raised on Stone (Unplugged) | Strings & Scars [Visualizer]

Описание: 🎵 Raised on Stone (Unplugged) from the album Strings & Scars

This is the aftermath — the place you stand after the inner work is done.
Unlike the rest of Strings & Scars, this version includes the room itself. The voices you hear aren’t backing vocals — they’re witnesses. At one point, the song steps back entirely and the crowd carries the line forward.

That moment matters.

This song isn’t about becoming unbroken.
It’s about refusing to pass the damage on.

Strings & Scars is an unplugged reimagining of heavier material. Same bones, no distortion. Quieter — heavier in a different way. The album is meant to be experienced as a full arc rather than shuffled.

⚡ Credits
Lyrics: SinKane
Music Generation: Suno AI
Arrangement, Mix & Master: SinKane

📀 © 2025 SinKane. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this recording or lyrics is prohibited.
Music generated in collaboration with Suno AI — used under the platform’s content creation terms.

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Lyrics:

I was taught — “Real men don’t cry.”
“Suck it up.”
“Keep your feelings inside.”

But no one told me what it’d cost…
To build your heart… and keep it lost.

My chest gets tight, my throat won’t move,
The words get stuck — I’ve got no proof.
Of how I feel or what I mean,
Just ghosts that whisper inside of me.

I was raised to swallow pain,
To bite my tongue and hide the strain.
They called it strength, they called it pride,
But it’s those walls I’m trapped behind.

Every time I try to speak,
My pulse kicks hard, my knees go weak.
I taste the words, but they don’t come —
I choke them back — my throat goes numb.

It locks me down when I try to speak,
The truth’s an anchor, it drags too deep.
But I see their eyes, and I feel the cost,
Of everything I thought I’d lost.

I’ve built my walls, I’ve walked alone,
But I won’t leave my sons on stone.

They ask the things I learned to fear,
They say the words I’d choke to hear.
No shame in pain, no need to flee —
They are the men I could not be.

They talk of love, they talk of pain,
They speak the words I can’t explain.
And in their voices, I finally hear —
The sound I buried all these years.

They laugh out loud, they cry with ease,
They’ve broken chains that strangled me.
I see their fire, I see their grace,
And for the first time — I find my place.

It locks me down when I try to speak,
The truth’s an anchor, it drags too deep.
But I see their hearts, I see them grow,
And they’re stronger than I’ll ever know.

I’ve built my heart, I’ve built my home,
And they’ll never stand on stone.

My pulse betrays what I conceal,
A trembling voice I can’t reveal.
But through their eyes, the fear unwinds,
They speak the words I keep confined.

I may never break completely free,
But I’ve made damn sure that —
my sons can be!

It locks me down when I try to speak,
The truth’s an anchor, it drags too deep.
They hold the light, they hold the key,
To all the parts I hid in me.

I’ve faced the dark, I’ve walked alone,
But I won’t raise my sons on stone.

They’ve taught me love, they’ve set me free —
The chain is broken —
this curse ends with me.