In the silence, hear the sound,
A heartbeat echoing underground.
Shadows creeping, a fevered dream,
We’re the whispers of an unseen scream.
The storm is raging, no escape,
We are the fire; we are the ache.
Lightning strikes across our skin,
A war’s begun; let the chaos in.
Break the windows, shatter the glass,
We're the youth with a vision that can't be surpassed.
Feel the anger, let it bleed,
In the riot, we find all we need.
Tear down the walls, drown out the lies,
With every pulse, we’ll rise and rise.
In the dark, we’ll forge our fate,
United now, it's never too late.
The storm is howling, we won't back down,
Like thunder rolling through this broken town.
With each heartbeat, with every scream,
In the chaos, we’ll find our dream.
We've made our voices; they cannot ignore,
This heart of a warrior; it beats for more.
When the world tries to crush, we just breathe,
In the riot, there's a spark we weave.
So let the storm roll, let the thunder crash,
We're the pulse of the night, ready to splash.
Together we'll shine, through the dark and the pain,
In this riot, we'll never be tamed.
When the dust settles and the echoes fade,
We’ll stand together, unafraid.
With one last breath, in unity we plead,
In this pulse of life, we are finally freed.
Punk
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