In the shadows where the sirens scream,
We rise up, fueled by an underground dream,
Grinding hard, we take what we deserve,
Break the chains that got us trapped in this curve.
The noise of our hearts, it echoes, it calls,
Beneath the chaos, we will never fall,
Screaming out loud, can you hear the sound?
Raging against what tries to keep us bound.
Concrete jungles, they're filled with despair,
But in the movement, we breathe the wild air,
Threads of rebellion stitched into our veins,
We won't be silenced, never caged in chains.
The grind of the world can’t dull our fight,
With every punch thrown, we ignite the night,
Shattered illusions, we’ll rise above,
With souls on fire, united in love.
Against the tide, we’ll swim with the brave,
Shouting for freedom, we'll never be enslaved,
Through every disruption and crack in the ground,
In the heart of the battle, our spirits are found.
Let the noise be our anthem, let the rage be our guide,
With every pulse and heartbeat, we’ll stand side by side,
Together we’ll shatter the armor of control,
With fists in the air, we reclaim our soul.
When the dust settles, and silence breaks,
We'll remember our fight, the moves that we make,
In the wake of the storm, in the light of the whole,
We’ll stand as one, our unyielding soul.
Punk
rage, disruption, grind, noise, soul