In the heart of night, chaos ignites,
Fracture the silence, unleash the fights.
A surge of madness, we’re lost in the fray,
We howl at the moon, in a punk rock ballet.
The streets are alive with the sound of the clash,
Iron fists flying, we’re breaking the ash.
Riotous echoes, we’ll never back down,
In this fractured world, we’ll wear the crown.
Scream like the sirens, drown out the fear,
A surge of resistance, our message is clear.
Tearing the fabric of this false reality,
We’re raging like wildfires, set free from the gravity.
With every howl, we’re igniting the spark,
In the void of the night, we’ll make our mark.
Shattered reflections, but we’ve got the fire,
Rising from chaos, we’re lifting it higher.
Fists held up high, we’ll shout from the pit,
In iron resolve, we refuse to submit.
The echoes of anger, they bleed through the sound,
In the chaos we thrive, it’s where we are found.
So light up the night, let the anthems collide,
With courage like iron, we’ll stand side by side.
Through fractures and chaos, our spirit won’t fade,
In the howl of the night, our legacy’s made.
We’ll dance in the thunder, while the world’s torn apart,
In the chaos, we’re living, with a punk rock heart.
As the final note lingers and darkness takes hold,
We’ll howl through the silence and rise from the cold.
Punk
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