We're the echoes of forgotten dreams,
Chasing shadows in the static screams,
All the heroes turned to ghosts,
Bitter truths we now can’t boast.
Fading future in a neon haze,
Rusty chains in a broken maze,
Dead end streets where whispers reign,
No escape from this endless pain.
Chasing the light, we forgot to fight,
Building our hopes on a flickering site,
With every scream, the silence grows,
A playground filled with empty throes.
We were the kings of a feeble reign,
Holding our heads high despite the strain,
But the throne is cracked, the crown has fell,
In this wasteland, we bid farewell.
Static lies, they drown the truth,
We've traded dreams for a bitter sleuth,
In the ruins of what we once adored,
Fallen idols we can't afford.
So raise your fists and break the mold,
Let the stories of the outcasts be told,
Together we stand, though the night is cold,
We’ll forge our fate as the truth unfolds.
As the last of the echoes fade away,
We’re still screaming in our own way,
No longer bound, we’ll find our grace,
In this wasteland, we’ll carve our place.
Punk
Fallen idols, Static screams, Fading future, Bitter truths, Rusted chains, Dead end, No escape
Punk
Fallen idols, Static screams, Fading future, Bitter truths, Rusted chains, Dead end, No escape