In a city built of rubble, where dreams get burned,
We’re the kids in chaos, waiting for our turn.
Reckless hearts ablaze, breaking all the chains,
Dance with the frenzy, let go of the reins.
Fuel the fire, let it spread like a plague,
Screaming in the shadows, in a neon haze.
These streets are our battlefield, we won’t back down,
With our fists in the air, we’ll take the crown.
Chorus of the restless, shaking up the night,
Crashing through the silence, tearing wrong from right.
Sparks ignite the anger, as the sirens wail,
A battle cry of youth, we will never fail.
Punks and rebels standing, hand in hand we rise,
Underneath the wreckage, we’ll open our eyes.
With every beat of madness, we will claim our place,
In the wreck and ruin, we’ll carve out a space.
Fuel the fire, let it spread like a plague,
Screaming in the shadows, in a neon haze.
These streets are our battlefield, we won’t back down,
With our fists in the air, we’ll take the crown.
This riot's not a whisper; it’s a heart-stopping scream,
In a world gone to ashes, we’re chasing the dream.
When the dust settles softly, and the echoes fade,
We’ll remember the frenzy, the stands that we made.
So scrap the rules and let the banners fly,
Together as misfits, we’ll never say die.
In the ashes we'll find warmth, together we’ll burn,
From the scraps of our past, the future we’ll learn.
Punk
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