I’m marching like a fire, hear my wild heartbeat,
The city’s roaring louder down this ink-stained street.
With every step, I’m kicking down the walls,
Embracing every stumble, I won’t fear the falls.
In the face of rejection, I find my way to glow,
A rebel with conviction, I’m never moving slow.
Beneath the flickering lights, I feel alive and bold,
Unchained and unbroken, watch my story unfold.
Let the world keep shouting, they don’t understand,
I’m painting all my dreams with a steady hand.
Fearless in the chaos, I refuse to be tame,
With a roar that shakes the silence, I’ll carve out my name.
Wild hearts don't listen to the whispers of doubt,
We’ll break every leash and scream until we’re out.
No chains to bind us, no fears that we hold,
In the fire of our passion, we’re daring and cold.
When the night falls heavy, and shadows start to creep,
In this punk rock kingdom, I’ll fight, I will leap.
Through the laughter and the tears, we’ll dance on our own,
In this life of rejection, we’ll claim what we’ve grown.
So raise your voice together, let the anthem ignite,
We’re fearless on the street, ready for the fight.
With each roar, we’ll shatter, let our spirits soar high,
In the wild of our freedom, we’ll never say goodbye.
This heartbeat’s a battle, and we’ll never retreat,
For in our punk rebellion, we claim our own seat.
Let the world know our story, loud and proud it will ring,
For every heart that’s fearless, we’ll rise and we’ll sing.
Punk
Street, Wild, Fearless, Roar, Rejection