your original — untouched)
We rise from ash and twisted steel,
Dragging the weight of what we refuse to feel.
The skyline groans in a choir of pain,
Ancient hymns poured from ruin and rain.
PRE-CHORUS
(slow, rising anger + grief)
Our hands still tremble with the ghosts we claim,
Our footsteps echo through the dust of blame.
Every scar we carry builds a wall—
Every broken truth, a downfall.
CHORUS
(massive, sweeping, cinematic)
If we burn, let the skyline witness,
A requiem forged in brutal forgiveness.
Our shadows stretch beyond shattered dreams,
Over cities carved from beautifully vicious screams.
VERSE 2
(expanding the world; harsh and poetic)
The streets still hum with forgotten cries,
Fallen prayers trapped under bruised red skies.
We carve our names into the fractured stone,
A testament to pain we’ve never owned.
Smoke curls upward like a final breath,
A hymn for the living sung by death.
We walk the ruins like kings of dust,
Carrying crowns forged from rust.
PRE-CHORUS 2
(bigger, fiercer)
We are the sinners the fire could not take,
The ones who rise in the quake we make.
If the world must break to make us whole,
Then let the fracture crown our soul.
CHORUS
(full band, thunderous)
If we burn, let the skyline witness,
A requiem forged in brutal forgiveness.
Our shadows stretch beyond shattered dreams,
Over cities carved from beautifully vicious screams.
BRIDGE
(spoken → sung → screamed)
Bury the past
under ember and bone.
Raise the dust
like a kingdom grown.
If every wound becomes a throne,
Then let our sorrow
stand alone.
(Screamed)
WE BUILT OUR EMPIRE
FROM THE SOUND OF PAIN.
WE’LL RISE AGAIN.
WE’LL RISE AGAIN.
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