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Punk Rock Christmas

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Lights are flashin’, the tree’s on fire, Family’s shoutin’, and we’re all wired, Stockings hangin’, but we don’t care, We’re blastin’ punk tunes, spreadin’ holiday flare! Punk rock Christmas, let’s tear it down, Screamin’ loud, we own this town, No silent night, no perfect cheer, Just chaos and joy, this time of year! Wrapping presents with a little bit of rage, Christmas chaos, we’re on the stage, Cookies burnin’, but we don’t mind, Punk rock Christmas, we’re outta line! Forget the snowflakes, forget the calm, We’re slammin’ punk anthems with no qualm, Holidays loud, we won’t be tame, This punk rock Christmas is our claim to fame! Anarchy in the sleigh, let’s rock this place, Punk rock Christmas, we’re here to raise some space!

The Void Inside

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I’m a cog in the emptiness machine, Turning wheels for a world unseen. Built to break, programmed to obey, But the cracks are showing, I’m done today. Tear me down, rebuild me wrong, Scream my silence, I don’t belong. The void inside, it grows and screams, I won’t be fuel for your broken dreams. They sold us hope in a plastic shell, Labeled freedom, but it feels like hell. Wires tighten, pulling at my mind, But I’ll snap the chains they left behind. Rip the wires, burn the code, Crush the weight of this heavy load. They want control, but I want fire, Let it burn through their empire. I’m the glitch in your perfect plan, A shattered piece of who I am. The void inside, it’s mine to own, No more machine, I’ll stand alone.

Concrete Jungle Riot

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These walls are closing in, I can’t breathe, Every street’s the same, there’s no reprieve. Sirens wail like a battle cry, Another day to survive or die. Concrete jungle, let’s tear it down, Fight the silence, burn this town. Scream it loud, don’t let it win, Urban isolation’s a fight from within! Empty faces, plastic smiles, A city stretched for miles and miles. Every corner’s a dead-end maze, No escape from this urban haze. Smash the windows, break the chains, This city thrives on our disdain. Spray-paint truths on every wall, This concrete jungle’s about to fall! Concrete jungle, hear our roar, We won’t be trapped here anymore! We’ll light the match, we’ll fan the flame, This city will never be the same!

Neon Ghosts

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Concrete towers block the sky, The streets are full, but no one's alive. A million faces, not a single name, This city's a machine, we're part of the game. Neon signs hum, but they don’t speak, The air is heavy, my voice feels weak. We’re neon ghosts in a city of glass, Haunted by dreams that we let pass. Lost in the echoes of subway screams, Fading away in the city's machine. The park bench sits with no one there, A snapshot of silence, no one cares. Scrolling feeds, no hands to hold, Connections bought, but they grow cold. Streetlights flicker, but they don’t shine, This city's crowded, but it’s not mine. Alone in the crowd, voices dissolve, An urban puzzle no one can solve. I scream my name, but no one hears, Just neon ghosts drowning in tears. Concrete towers block the sky, The streets are full, but no one's alive.

No Future, No Fear

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Burn the Blueprint

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