We’re raising our fists, feel the thunder roll,
In the shadow of towers built on the lies they sold,
Anger in the air, can you hear the cry?
A spark in the darkness, like a flare in the sky.
Revolution's calling, there’s no backing down,
The streets are alive with our battle sound,
Shattered glass echoes as we march through the night,
Rejecting their silence, ready to ignite.
We won't be their puppets, no strings to control,
Tired of the chains that weigh on our soul,
We’re the voice of the youth, we’re breaking the mold,
With fire in our hearts, watch the world unfold.
Rise up, rise up, we’ll tear down the walls,
Scream it from rooftops, let’s answer the calls,
No room for their comfort, we’re taking the fight,
Together we’ll stand, lighting up the night.
The sirens may scream, but we won't retreat,
No more standing idle, feel the pulse of the street,
Anger is a weapon, a force to be free,
With every rejection, we’re claiming our plea.
Together we’re stronger, united we’ll burn,
For every injustice, it’s our time to learn,
A riot of passion, our anthem in hand,
This isn’t the end; it’s the start of our stand.
So raise your voice high, let the chaos arise,
In the heart of the struggle, we find our disguise,
With every heartbeat, our spirits ignite,
The street riot's anthem echoes through the night.
In the ashes of silence, a new world we’ll find,
Together through the turmoil, we’ll leave hope behind.
Punk
Street, Riot, Anger, Revolution, Rejection