In the ruins where we used to stand,
Fires burning as we make our stand,
Rusting hearts and the wounds we hide,
Strike the match, watch the world collide.
Riding on a surge of chaos,
Shouting loud, we’ll never be lost,
Broken bottles, shattered glass,
This thrash of life, we'll never let pass.
Run through the wreckage, feel the sting,
In this storm, hear the sirens sing,
Our voices rise like a battle cry,
Against the odds, we’ll reach for the sky.
Rusted hopes in a brand new light,
Fists in the air, we’ll join the fight,
A surge of power, no turning back,
Feel the rhythm, it's time to attack.
Through the pain and the scars we wear,
Found our truth in the heavy air,
Chaos reigns, but we know our place,
In this madness, we’ll find our grace.
Wreckage of a broken dream,
We’ll stand together, hear the scream,
Through the rubble, we’ll find our way,
In the heart of the storm, we will stay.
So let’s thrash, let's tear it apart,
No regrets, just an open heart,
As the sun sets on this vibrant night,
In the wreckage, we emerge, ready to fight.
Punk
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