Neon Dreams and Concrete Nightmares

• Neon gutters drip like tears,  
  Echoed rage from a thousand fears,  
  Empty bottles line the street,  
  Chasing freedom, we can’t retreat.  
  
  Lost control in a city haze,  
  We scream our truth through the smoky maze,  
  Sharp words cut like jagged glass,  
  Street scars tell the tales of our past.  
  
  With every riot in the dark,  
  We ignite the flame, we light the spark,  
  No more shadows hiding our faces,  
  We reclaim the night, take back our places.  
  
  Can't you see it? The world’s aflame,  
  In this chaos, we’ll carve our name,  
  Screaming loud till we break the chains,  
  We’ll rise above the noise and pain.  
  
  Neon dreams and concrete nightmares,  
  In this battle, we're ready for repairs,  
  For every heartbeat undying and raw,  
  We'll paint the town with our battle’s roar.  
  
  So raise your fists, break down the walls,  
  Stand together, we will never fall,  
  As the echoes fade, and the morning breaks,  
  We’re the rebels, the love in our stakes.  
  
  In the end, as we find our way,  
  We’ll chase the dawn and seize the day,  
  With every scar, we wear it proud,  
  Together in the noise, we’ll shout out loud.

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Punk

Neon gutters, Empty bottles, Chasing freedom, Lost control, Echoed rage, Sharp words, Street scars