In the shadows where the lost souls grind,
Spitting fire, leaving reason blind,
We’re the sparks igniting, a revolution’s call,
With a heart so wild, we’ll never fall.
The world’s in turmoil, sirens wail,
But in our chaos, we’ll never fail,
Standing tall in the face of hate,
With fists raised high, we’ll stimulate.
Burn the bridges, let ’em see,
We won’t be chained, we’ll break free,
On this broken path, we’ve all agreed,
Our defiance is a primal seed.
Screaming louder, drown the noise,
We’ll reclaim our voices, we’ll rejoice,
With every strum, with every chord,
This wild, chaotic heart will roar.
We wear our scars like a battle crown,
In this city of shadows, we won’t back down,
We ride the waves of reckless nights,
Together, united, setting sights.
So when the world tries to crush our dreams,
We’ll rise from the ashes, hear the screams,
In this symphony of the outcast sounds,
We’re the wildfire; there's no turning around.
In the grind, we find our light,
Through the chaos, we ignite the fight,
With defiance burning in our veins,
We’ll dance in the ruins of broken chains.
And when the dust settles, we’ll stand tall,
A testament to the rise after the fall,
For in our wild hearts, we’ll always see,
The fire of defiance will set us free.
Punk
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