Sparks fly, chaos in the air,
Waves of noise fill the midnight stare,
Ruptured dreams on a cracked street,
We’re all just dancers in defeat.
Shattered hopes in the wreckage lie,
Echoes of laughter fade and die,
Grit and grime in a snarl of rage,
We’ll light the fire, turn the page.
We're the outcasts, we own the night,
With every scream, we ignite the fight,
No salvation in a worn-out creed,
We're the ashes of a broken breed.
Burn the bridges, watch 'em glow,
In this whirlwind, we won't slow,
Static whispers in the dead of dawn,
Underneath this skin, we’re reborn.
Through the blaze, we rise again,
Finding life in this wreckage's end,
From the ruins, we’ll build anew,
Through the static, we're breaking through.
In the roar of the night we’ll stand tall,
With every heartbeat, we’ll risk it all,
No more silence, let the sirens scream,
In a world of noise, we’re the dream.
So here’s to the lovers, the lost and found,
In the blaze of static, we will astound,
As the echoes fade, we won't back down,
In the fire of living, we wear our crown.
Punk
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