The city burns, a flash of light,
Voices clash in the dead of night,
We rise up from the ashes, a riot in our hearts,
A surge of fury tearing us apart.
Discord in the air, can you feel the tension?
Piled up frustrations reach a peak, no apprehension,
While the walls are crumbling and trust is out of sight,
We howl in defiance, ready for the fight.
Rupture of the silence, it’s the chaos that we crave,
A dance of desperation, we won’t be the enslaved,
Paint the town with bright rebellion, every corner now a stage,
We’re the wreckage of the system, break free from this cage.
Paralyzed by anger, caught up in the storm,
But in the heart of madness, we’ll find a way to transform,
No more living half-hearted, we’re here to stake our claim,
Beneath the rising smoke, we’ll burn it up in flames.
With every clash, we dismantle their lies,
The pulse of revolution is the rhythm of our cries,
We'll weather this tempest, redefine the scars,
Together we ignite, like a thousand shooting stars.
Wreckage in the streets, and hope's not far away,
From the ruins of despair, we’ll carve a bright new day,
So let the sirens wail, let the echo fill the night,
In the rubble of their power, we’ll find our strength to fight.
As we rise from the shadows, refuse to be ignored,
The wreckage of the past, we’ll turn it to our sword,
In this chaos of creation, we ultimately stand tall,
Together through the wreckage, we’ll rise above it all.
Punk
Wreckage, riot, discord, surge, rupture