Wasted nights, on these city streets,
With an angry pulse, the sound of defeat,
Pounding drums, they drown out my fears,
I shout to the void, but it only hears tears.
Shattered dreams in the alleyway,
Where the echoes of laughter, they start to decay,
A wild ride through this chaos we thrive,
Fist raised in defiance, we’re fighting to survive.
Can’t hold us down, we’ll break through the noise,
With a brutal sound, we’ll reclaim our voice,
The neon lights flicker, but our spirits ignite,
In the heart of the chaos, we’ll find what feels right.
Concrete jungles, we dance in the rain,
With every beat a reminder of pain,
But united we stand, no fear in our chest,
In the aftermath of storms, we still won't rest.
So take up your banner, let the sirens blare,
With a heart full of fury, we’ll rise from despair,
Lost in the madness, but never alone,
This anthem of rebels, we’ll make it our own.
Wasted nights built the fire inside,
With an angry pulse, we won’t run and hide,
Pounding drums break the silence of night,
Together we’ll roar till we set it alight.
So here’s to the dreamers, the fighters, the bold,
With fists raised high, let our stories be told,
In the face of the chaos, we know we’ll rebound,
Our voices united in that brutal sound.
Together we’ll claim what’s been kept out of sight,
And blaze through the darkness, our futures burn bright.
Punk
Angry pulse, Wasted nights, Pounding drums, Shattered dreams, Wild ride, Fist raised, Brutal sound