Rev up the engines, the night’s ablaze,
In the heart of the city, we’re lost in a haze,
Furious guitars scream through the air,
With every thrash, we raise our fists, dare to care.
Chaotic rhythms pounding like a war drum,
We’re a beautiful mess, wild hearts on the run,
An anthem for the misfits, we shout it loud,
With raw intensity, we shake the ground.
The rebel spirit courses through our veins,
Defiant as the needle in the vein of our chains,
Fast tempos racing like a shot from the past,
Each beat igniting fire, a flame that’s unsurpassed.
We’re dancing on the edge, no fear in sight,
Carving our path through the neon light,
An army of chaos, we’ll never retreat,
With thrashing beats, we’ll claim the street.
Furious guitars thrumming in our souls,
We’ll live forever where the wildness rolls,
As anthemic vocals rise against the gloom,
We’ll break the silence, let the fury bloom.
In every rebellion, there’s beauty to find,
A symphony of outcasts, forever aligned,
With rebellious energy, we stand as one,
Until the echoes fade, and the night is done.
So when the final note reverberates through,
We’ll remember the scars that remind us of true,
In the heart of the chaos, we made our mark,
Our spirits live on, ignited from the spark.
Punk
Furious guitars, chaotic rhythms, anthemic vocals, raw intensity, rebellious energy, thrashing beats, fast tempos
Punk
Furious guitars, chaotic rhythms, anthemic vocals, raw intensity, rebellious energy, thrashing beats, fast tempos