Burning streets beneath our feet,
Echoes of a past, where we thought we'd never meet,
Crashing dreams like bottles on the ground,
In this city of lost souls, there’s no safety found.
Stolen youth, where have you gone?
We danced on the edge, but the light was gone,
Bitter nights under neon skies,
With every scream, a piece of hope dies.
Empty soul, where’s your fire?
We scream for change, but the stakes are higher,
Reckless pride, it’s a tempting game,
But it only leaves us with ash and shame.
Torn wings in a sky of despair,
Flying too close to the sun, we’re too raw to care,
But we rise in defiance, hearts made of steel,
In the wreckage of our dreams, pain is all we feel.
So here’s to the nights when we lose our way,
Running from shadows that haunt our stay,
Among burning streets and the cries of the brave,
We’ll scream our truth, and we won’t be enslaved.
In this chaos, we find our song,
A harmony of rebels where we all belong.
And when the dawn breaks through the smoke and the fight,
We’ll embrace the scars that lead us to the light.
Punk
Burning streets, Crashing dreams, Stolen youth, Bitter nights, Empty soul, Reckless pride, Torn wings