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#metal #metalcore #rock [Verse 1] Cut knees Rusted bikes Summer bleeding through our shirts Sneaking past the fences Mud on brand new sneakers Trash can armor Plastic swords held high We swore that every cul-de-sac was someplace wild [Pre-Chorus] We carved our names in that dead oak tree Tiny kings of a cracked concrete [Chorus] These are our backyard battle cries Echo in my chest when the years go quiet All of our scraped-up Sky-wide lives You were my shelter in a storm of sirens If time burns all we built to ash I’ll still raise my hands to the past (woah) For every beautiful Broken night These are our backyard battle cries [Verse 2] Hand-me-down hoodies Pockets full of fireworks Laughing in the dark till the streetlights blurred First taste of trouble First time feeling brave You talked me off the ledge I dragged you from the flame [Pre-Chorus] We failed We fought We learned to stay Blood brothers in a world that changed [Chorus] These are our backyard battle cries Echo in my chest when the years go quiet All of our scraped-up Sky-wide lives You were my shelter in a storm of sirens If time burns all we built to ash I’ll still raise my hands to the past (yeah) For every beautiful Broken night These are our backyard battle cries [Bridge] Do you remember when the sky felt closer Laying on the roof Counting satellite ghosts Saying “when we’re older We won’t get colder” But we did We did Still you’re the fire in the snow [Chorus] These are our backyard battle cries Echo in my chest when the years go quiet All of our scraped-up Sky-wide lives You were my shelter in a storm of sirens If time burns all we built to ash I’ll still raise my hands to the past (hey!) For every stupid Perfect night These are our backyard battle cries