Static in the skyline Sirens in the dark City made of pressure Striking flint on spark You feel it in the concrete Under fractured heels Every crack beneath you Echoes what is real No more standing half-alive No more ghost inside your name You were never born to fade You were forged inside the flame Let it shake Let it roar Let it rattle every door This is not survival This is war You want a line? Draw it deeper You want a fight? Step in closer Try me harder Breakdown: Teeth. Blood. Static in the flood. Fist. Bone. Claim what’s yours alone. No more crawling No more small If we fall We hit the wall Like thunder These are our battle lines Carved in smoke and steel We don’t kneel to the design We rewrite the deal We tear We build We rise No wound we won’t reveal These are our battle lines This is how we heal Bridge (half-time, anthemic): Say it loud Say it raw Every scar rewrites the law Say it loud Say it clear We were built to still be here Final Climb: Right foot Left foot Heart loud Uncut Right foot Left foot Stand up No luck No saviors No throne We take back what we own Count the scars Hold them high Every mark a battle cry This is the line This is the sound You didn’t survive You Shook The ground.
