Shouting in the silence, can you feel it rise?
A pulse that’s pounding harder, a fire in disguise.
In this gritty city, we live and we die,
With the heart of the rebels, we scream to the sky.
We’re the lost and the broken, the angry, the bold,
Chasing shadows of fury, refusing the cold.
When the world tries to silence, we won’t be tamed,
With every heartbeat roaring, we’ll never be shamed.
Rage is in our rhythm, electric and raw,
Crashing through the barriers, we’re breaking the law.
Under neon lights flashing, we’ll dance through the night,
In the chaos and madness, we’ll make it alright.
The grind never stops, it’s a war we fight,
Against apathy’s prison, we’ll find our might.
With the spirit of punk, we’ll unite and rise,
For the heart of this movement will never disguise.
Scream louder for justice, let it pierce the haze,
In the fury we gather, igniting the blaze.
No chains can restrain us, no fear can defeat,
With passion as our armor, we’ll never retreat.
So scream with intention, let the message spread,
In the echoes of anger, the living, the dead.
With a fire in our hearts, we will always ignite,
Fury in the grind, we’ll keep up the fight.
So here’s to the dreamers, the ones who won’t fade,
In the rhythm of rebellion, our anthem is made.
Together we’ll rise, with our voices unchained,
Fury in the grind, forever proclaimed.
Punk
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