Beneath the neon lights where the city screams,
We ride the asphalt waves, chasing broken dreams,
With every clash of thunder, the night ignites,
We're rebels in the ruins, ready for the fight.
Our hearts are pounding wild, like a rusted drum,
Echoing the howls of the lost and the numb,
These jagged edges cut through all our fears,
We'll raise a toast to the chaos, drown it in our tears.
Sparks fly high as we dance on the edge,
In this concrete jungle, we’ll never pledge,
To fit the mold or play by your rules,
We’re the kids of the fire, we’re nobody’s fools.
So take a step closer to the blazing night,
Feel the pulse of the city, it’s our guiding light,
With every breath, we’ll scream our truth,
No more living quietly, we’ll unleash our youth.
Through the rusted gates of a forgotten place,
We'll carve our names with a wild embrace,
This jagged journey is the road we choose,
In the howl of the night, we’ll never lose.
So here we stand, as the embers fade,
In the heart of the madness, we won’t be afraid,
The blaze may flicker, but it won’t die out,
We’re the spirit of the night, we’ll scream and shout.
With a final roar, we’ll break through the past,
For every clash we’ve faced, this flame will last,
Together we rise, we refuse to be tamed,
In the blaze of our dreams, our souls inflamed.
Punk
Blaze, clash, jagged, rust, howl