Broken glass beneath our feet,
Echoes of lost time in the beat,
We march to a rhythm forged in fire,
Caged in a world where hope's a liar.
Anger brews like stormy skies,
Power's taken, where justice lies,
Rejection's the anthem of our cries,
But we'll rise, yeah, we’ll rise.
Feel the pulse of the restless night,
Screaming dreams, fight or take flight,
This spirit burns, won't be contained,
In shadows of the streets, we’re unchained.
Flash of leather, we’re ready to roar,
Screeching tires on a broken floor,
With every heartbeat, we clash and collide,
Defiant souls that won't be denied.
The sirens wail, but we won't flee,
Together we stand, forever free,
With fists in the air, we reclaim our place,
Stand tall in defiance, frontlines we face.
Chanting loud, we’ll break the mold,
In the wreckage of dreams we uphold,
The spirit of the street, where legends thrive,
In unity, our fire will survive.
So here we are, we’re making our mark,
With every spark igniting the dark,
Rejection fuels us, it won’t take its toll,
On the spirit of the street, we’ll take our whole.
Together we fight, together we shout,
In this chaos, we cast out doubt,
As the city sleeps, we run wild and free,
The pulse of the street, our eternal decree.
And when the dawn breaks, we’ll stand tall and proud,
With anger transformed into a roaring crowd,
So let them see, let them hear our heart,
This is our home, this is our art.
Punk
Street, Power, Anger, Rejection, Spirit