I tear through the rust, where the shadows lie,
Striking the ground as the echoes cry,
Venom in my veins, it flows like a stream,
Fueling the fire, living the dream.
Rage is a friend when you’re burning alive,
Shouting the truths that they fail to derive,
Fists raised high, we’ll shatter the night,
Chaos and noise, we’re ready to fight.
Choking on whispers of what could’ve been,
But in this derision, we’ll carve out our sin,
Steel against steel, hear the thunder roll,
Punk in our hearts, we’ll never be whole.
Strike like a fever, ignite the scene,
Ripping apart every thread of serene,
Venomous laughter, it seeps through the cracks,
Dancing on ashes, never looking back.
With every tear, I uncover the truth,
Rust in the past, but we’re living for youth,
Against all the odds, we’ll scream through the pain,
Rage is our anthem, we won’t be contained.
So here’s our battle, let the sirens wail,
Through the decay, we will never fail,
Embrace the chaos, let the sirens fade,
In a world without walls, forever unafraid.
We’ll tear through the rust, rise up from the ground,
In the heart of the chaos, our voices resound.
This punk song's our story, no more lies to tell,
Together we’ll thrive, in our own private hell.
Punk
Tear, rust, strike, venom, rage