Crashing through the silence, hear that jolt,
With every word, a scar, like a razor, it cuts deep,
Rusting away the voices, buried in the vault,
The riot in my heart won’t let me sleep.
Shattered dreams lie scattered, a broken glass parade,
Echoes in the alley where the lost souls play,
Fury boiling over, a thunder in the shade,
Rebellion in my veins, I’ll never fade away.
Screaming in the night, let the howls collide,
With every shadow lurking, I’m not backing down,
The rust of yesterday, now a battle cry,
I’ll burn this city bright, drown it in the sound.
We’re the youth, the fighters, we break all the rules,
Living fast, living loud, we’re no one’s fools,
In the chaos, there’s beauty, a flicker in the dark,
We’re the echo of the fury, we ignite the spark.
As the world keeps spinning, we stand our ground,
No more chains to hold us, we’re the freed and unbound,
With the scars we carry, we’ll wear them with pride,
From the ashes will rise, it’s a reckless ride.
So let the echoes linger, let the fury roar,
In a world of rust, we’ll keep wanting more,
With every razor’s edge, we’ll carve our own fate,
In the heart of the storm, we’re never too late.
And when the final blast fades into the night,
The echo of the fury will always burn bright.
Punk
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