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#ZephyrZen #FractureLines Subscribe to / @zephyrzen577 ►Lyrics: The city breathes with a rhythm of discord, Hollowed eyes in the streets, the forgotten horde. Rusted dreams in the alleys where the truth is stored, Every face, every scar, a silent chord. The rage is simmering, a beast uncaged, In the book of the damned, we're just another page. With fists clenched tight, and hearts engaged, We're the product of the pressure, the societal rage. Fracture lines running deep, see the cracks in the sky, Every lightning strike, a reason why. We're the children of the storm, hear our battle cry, Underneath the neon glow, we refuse to die. The system's a leech, it’s a parasitic creed, Feeding on our sweat, on our need to succeed. But we're the outcasts, with our own breed, In the static of noise, we plant the seed. Can you hear the sound, as the ground shakes? It's the voice of the silenced, as the earth awakes. In the resonance of our wake, the illusion breaks, We're the tremors of change, no give, all takes. Fracture lines running deep, see the cracks in the sky, Every lightning strike, a reason why. We're the children of the storm, hear our battle cry, Underneath the neon glow, we refuse to die. In the heart of darkness, we find our light, In the throes of chaos, we stand and fight. With every broken bone, we hold on tight, To the belief, in the end, we'll set it right. Feel the fracture, the divide, In our pulse, we can't hide. From the ashes, we will rise, With the truth in our eyes. Fracture lines running deep, see the cracks in the sky, Every lightning strike, a reason why. We're the children of the storm, hear our battle cry, Underneath the neon glow, we refuse to die. So we march to the beat of the heartless city, With our eyes wide open, without pity. We're the raw, the real, the nitty-gritty, In the fracture lines, we find our ditty.