I can hear the echoes of a shattered dream,
An angry pulse throbbing like a rebel's theme.
Defiant scream cutting through the air,
Shattered mirrors show a world stripped bare.
With every shred, I feel the sound ignite,
Raging anthems claim the darkness, taking flight.
Speeding beats crash in like waves on a shore,
A violent heart pounding, begging for more.
Fierce rebellion in the back of my mind,
We're the outcasts, leaving sanity behind.
With torn-up banners and boots on the ground,
We rise like thunder, a feral sound.
As the sirens scream and the shadows loom,
We’ll light up the night, let the wild consume.
In the chaos, I find my own way,
With every note, I'm alive, come what may.
We’ll shout from the rooftops, break every chain,
In this punk rock storm, nothing goes in vain.
Feel the fury, let the soundtrack rise,
In the heart of the struggle, our spirits defy.
So let’s raise a toast to this reckless fight,
We’re the children of chaos, burning bright.
Together we'll stand, with our fists in the air,
In this fierce rebellion, we’ve got the flair.
As the echoes fade, hear the final call,
We’ve made our mark; we're alive through it all.
Punk
Angry pulse, Defiant scream, Shredded sound, Raging anthems, Speeding beats, Violent heart, Fierce rebellion