Hey, lift your feet off hollow ground, the world still turns in a flooded town. We dance where engines used to run, and call it night beneath no sun. Bring your hands, bring your time, trade your sorrow for borrowed rhyme. If the Crown won’t ever see us clean, we’ll paint the dark in in-between. Oh, we rise where the water came, singing soft through rust and flame. No stars above, no streets below, just the hum of the lives we know. Hold the night, don’t let it go— we are the light the depths don’t know. In broken glass and neon glow, we learn to bloom where none should grow. Old towers sleep beneath the sea, they dream in iron memory. But we climb higher, step by step, on promises the waves haven’t kept. Every wall remembers names, every light has learned our games. And every voice that dares to sing becomes a bell the city brings. Oh, we rise where the water came, singing soft through rust and flame. No stars above, no streets below, just the hum of the lives we know. Hold the night, don’t let it go— we are the light the depths don’t know. In broken glass and neon glow, we learn to bloom where none should grow. And if the Crown looks down on us, from glass and gold and rising dust… we don’t ask for their sky or grace, we make our heaven in this place. Oh, we rise where the water came, still singing through the rusted frame. No stars above, no streets below, but we are more than they will know. Hold the night, don’t let it go— we are the fire in undertow. In broken glass and neon glow, we learn to bloom where none should grow. Outro (fade / chant style) We are still… we are still… we are still the ones who grow… beneath the Crown… beneath the glow…
