The city’s alive with the sound of dismay,
Concrete hearts beating to the rhythm of decay.
We shout for the lost in the grind of the night,
With fire in our veins, we’re ready to fight.
Chaos surrounding, but we’re not gonna break,
Our voices like thunder, a storm we will make.
Unchained from the system, we revel, we rise,
A clash of the souls beneath ink-stained skies.
The punk anthem echoes, our anthem of rage,
We’re tearing down the walls, rewrite every page.
With every rebellion comes freedom's sweet grin,
Dare you to face us; it’s time to begin.
Spitting the truth, never hiding away,
We’re the underdogs here, the price we will pay.
Feel it in your bones; let the music ignite,
Unleash all your passion, don’t dim down the light.
Grinding the pavement, we dance on the edge,
With fists in the air, we’ll never allege.
Through strife and the struggle, together we stand,
In the clash of our ideals, we’ve got the upper hand.
So scream like a siren; let your spirit be told,
This fire won't fade; it's too fierce, too bold.
Embrace every heartbeat, let the tension unfold,
We’re the punk revolution, and we’ll never grow old.
We’ll march through the darkness, our souls intertwined,
In the face of the chaos, our strength you will find.
As the last note echoes, and the silence takes hold,
Know that freedom is ours, forever untold.
Punk
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