In the chaos of a crimson spray,
We’re fighting battles every single day,
With fists clenched tight and eyes ablaze,
Chasing freedom through this smoky haze.
We won’t be silenced by unwritten rules,
Breaking the chains that bind like fools,
From a shadowed past, we rise and take,
A stand for those who can’t awake.
Burning youth, we’re a raging fire,
Turning our pain into fierce desire,
Wasted days we’ll never reclaim,
But in this struggle, we’re breaking the shame.
In a silent war, we march with pride,
No more hiding from the truth inside,
We scream for justice, we roar for change,
In this punk dream, nothing feels strange.
Locked in a skirmish with the ghosts of time,
The beat of defiance, it’s our bloodline,
With every shout, we challenge the night,
Together we’re strong, we ignite the fight.
So let the sirens wail, let the world take note,
We’re the misfits, rebels, our voices will float,
Underneath the surface, our spirits will soar,
Hand in hand, we’ll keep breaking down doors.
As the echoes of yesterday fade out of sight,
We write our own story, driven by light,
With fists clenched and hearts wide open,
In unity, we’ll rise, our silence broken.
Punk
Crimson spray, Fists clenched, Unwritten rules, Shadowed past, Burning youth, Wasted days, Silent war