We’re the voices of the broken, shattered dreams in the night,
Fueled by anger, hearts ignited, ready for the fight.
No more silence, hear us roaring, can you feel the heat?
Revolt is brewing, it’s a fever right beneath our feet.
We're grinding down the borders, smashing walls of despair,
With every scream, we’re reclaiming all the time that's fading there.
In the ashes of our past, we rise without a trace,
A fierce resistance, born from fury, lighting up this space.
Feel the pulse of our rebellion, thrumming through our veins,
No more chains or empty promises, we’re breaking all the reigns.
We're the souls that won’t surrender, standing strong, we unite,
In a world that tries to silence, we’ll be the voice of fight.
Chasing shadows, lost in chaos, but we’ll carve our way back home,
Through the cracks and through the madness, never again alone.
With the fire in our hearts and the truth within our sights,
We’ll dismantle oppressive towers, turning wrongs into rights.
The grind is hard and heavy, but we bear each weight like gold,
Survivors of the fury's dance, vermilion skies unfold.
With the spirit of a tempest, we’re a wave, a rising tide,
Together in this madness, face the fury, face the ride.
We’ll sow our seeds of anger where the silence used to bloom,
No more hiding in the shadows, we’ll create our own room.
In this world of scattered pieces, let the fury guide our soul,
For with every broken fragment, we’ll reclaim what makes us whole.
So remember our cries for justice, threaded in the air,
Echoes of a thousand voices, shaking up despair.
When the last scream breaks the silence, and they can't erase our toll,
Know we’ve found our way together, we have stitched back our soul.
Punk
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