In the heat of the night, we rise,
Voices soaring, breaking through the skies.
The city’s pulse is a savage grind,
Echoes of dreams left far behind.
A scream in the darkness, fierce and wild,
We’re the misfits, the angered child.
Fueled by passion, a rush so bold,
In the heart of chaos, our stories unfold.
With every heartbeat, we stand our ground,
Lost souls searching, we’re finally found.
Shadows whisper truths that we crave,
In the wreckage of lives, we learn to be brave.
Hands in the air, let them feel our might,
Fighting for freedom with all of our light.
Together we’ll shatter the chains that bind,
Unleashing the fury, the fire, the grind.
So light the torches, let the flames ignite,
We’re running headfirst into the night.
No chains can hold us; we face the storm,
In the heat of the moment, we’re ready to transform.
As the walls come down, we will not cower,
Embracing the chaos, the vanishing power.
In the rush of the tide, we find our place,
Every scar tells a story, every struggle, our grace.
With rebellion as our anthem, we'll break free,
Roaring like lions, wild and carefree.
In the heart of the battle, together we rise,
With every scream, we claim our skies.
In the fire of rebellion, we’ll make our stand,
Chasing the echoes of a forgotten land.
And when the dust settles, we’ll know what we've done,
Together forever, as bright as the sun.
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