In the shadows where the sirens sing,
A rupture in the night pulls on the strings,
The grind of the city, twisted and raw,
We’re running through the chaos, rebels without a law.
Feel the feral pulse, a heartbeat in the dark,
We’re the savage echoes, igniting the spark,
With fists raised high, we’re crashing the scene,
No more silence, we’re the voices of the keen.
Screams of the broken flicker like a flame,
Nothing’s ever easy, we’ve got no one to blame,
Against the hate, we’ll forge our song,
In this concrete jungle where we all belong.
Rage fuels the fire, it burns like a spark,
Unleashing the fury, igniting the dark,
This anthem of madness, let it pour from our souls,
We’re standing together, reclaiming our roles.
Can you hear it? The crack in the night,
An echo of truth in the midst of the fight,
With every shout, we’ll shatter the chains,
Our voices will rise, breaking through the pain.
So take your rage and let it explode,
Through the echoes of sorrow, we’ll lighten the load,
With a savage embrace, we’ll dance in the fray,
Together forever, come what may.
As the city fades, our memories blare,
We are the ones who dared to care,
In the aftermath, we’ll find our way,
In savage echoes, our spirits will stay.
Punk
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