In the heart of the city, where shadows collide,
We paint our dreams on the canvas of night,
With urban poetry flowing through our veins,
Rebellion igniting, breaking all the chains.
Fractured light dances on the cracked concrete,
A symphony of whispers beneath our feet,
Dark frequencies hum, a sinister art,
Tracing the rhythm of a restless heart.
Pulled by the current of twisted memories,
We ride the high tide of electric dreams,
Every heartbeat's a clash, a stand against the norm,
In the chaos, we find our form.
This rebel pulse beats louder than before,
Echoing through alleys, bursting through doors,
Together we rise, unchained and awake,
With every step forward, we're not bound to break.
As sirens wail, we’ll shout our refrain,
Through the smoke and the lightning, we'll dance in the rain,
In every reflection, in every scar,
We’ll weave our voices like shooting stars.
So let the walls tremble, let the night scream,
Hold tight to the passion sewn in this dream,
A melody born from the ashes of plight,
As we soar through the darkness, we’ll claim our light.
And when the dawn breaks, igniting the skies,
We'll carry our echoes, never compromised.
In the afterglow, our spirits set free,
This electric rebellion, forever we’ll be.
Alternative
Sonic rebellion, Urban poetry, Fractured light, Dark frequencies, Electric dreams, Twisted memories, Rebel pulse
Alternative
Sonic rebellion, Urban poetry, Fractured light, Dark frequencies, Electric dreams, Twisted memories, Rebel pulse