Feel the thunder, feel the rage,
Underneath the worn-out stage,
Shadows dancing from the light,
We’re the rebels, ready to fight.
With a shout, we break the chains,
In the heart of the streets, where freedom reigns,
Riding waves of restless dreams,
Broken walls can’t silence screams.
Raise your fists, let them know,
We won't back down, we’re the show,
In the chaos, we find our way,
Embrace the raw in the fray.
These voices echo through the night,
We’ll storm the gates, ignite the fight,
Crashing hard like wild guitars,
Living fast, chasing stars.
Let the anthem fill the air,
In every heart, we’ll stake our claim,
With every note, we’ll carve our name,
In the fire, we’ll fan the flame.
So here we stand, united loud,
A powerhouse, we’re fierce and proud,
Through loud and soft, through dark and bright,
We’re the rebels, born to ignite.
As the storm fades into dawn,
We’ll carry on, we’ve just begun,
With raw power surging through our veins,
Together we’ll rise, embracing the stains.
In every drop of rain we find,
The strength to break what’s left behind,
We’ll shout for truth, we’ll make our mark,
In this journey sparked by the dark.
And when the quiet finally falls,
We’ll know we stood, we gave it our all,
The battle fought, the past in the storm,
We’ll hold our ground, forever transformed.
Punk
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