Rough streets where the shadows play,
Underneath the neon sway,
A shattered spirit lost in the fray,
But I’m rising up, can’t fade away.
Fist raised high against the grind,
In my chest, a punk heart intertwined,
Every step in these worn-out boots,
Step on the devil, break up the roots.
Feel the violent rhythm pumping in my veins,
Dancing in the chaos, tearing up the chains,
Screaming loud, make the sirens rage,
In this life, I’ll write my own page.
With every clash, I find my voice,
No retreat, I’m here by choice,
Through the struggle, I can see,
A future waiting, breaking free.
The night ignites with fire and grit,
Rebels rise, never willing to quit,
Through the darkness, hear the call,
Stand together, we won’t fall.
Underneath the city’s cruel embrace,
I’ll keep pushing, won’t lose my place,
These worn-out boots, they lead the way,
To a brighter dawn that’s here to stay.
So I shout out, loud and clear,
For the broken hearts that persevere,
In the chaos, we’re not alone,
Together we can build a home.
Feel the violent rhythm; let it guide,
Fist raised high, we’ll take the ride,
With each beat, we’re rewriting history,
In the anthem of our breaking free.
So let the world throw what it may,
I’ll stand tall, no price to pay,
With hope ignited like a wildfire spree,
We’re the storm, we’re breaking free.
Punk
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