The city’s alive, with sirens that howl,
A cacophony rising, we’re drawn to its growl.
The wheels keep on turning, crushing the day,
We’re thrashing through life, in a debauched ballet.
Every moment’s a rupture, tearing apart,
We’re screaming and fighting with all of our hearts.
In the frenzy we dance, breaking glass and the norm,
Rage becomes rhythm, a punk anthem born.
Blast through the silence! Tear down the walls!
Can you hear it, the thunder? It’s freedom’s calls!
With grit in our teeth, we won’t come undone,
Together we’ll stand, until victory’s won.
The grind never stops, but we’re never alone,
Underneath all the chaos, a fierce heart has grown.
So let’s paint the night with rebellion and flames,
Chasing the shadows, we’ll never be tamed.
Through every eruption, we’ll rise like a tide,
In this quaking world, we won’t try to hide.
The howl of our passion, it shakes the concrete,
A symphony of rebels, we’ll never retreat.
So here we scream louder, as our spirits combine,
In this frenzy we live, where our truths intertwine.
We’ll carve out a space where the wild hearts can roam,
In the blast of the night, we’ve finally come home.
Punk
Grind, rupture, frenzy, howl, blast