Gan

The gate is split in two

Rust on the iron teeth

We burned the old rules down

Left their names in the street

Ash in the open hand

Boot marks in the dust

No crown, no clean escape

Just what we build from what we trust

Sun’s dropping slow

Red on the walls

Every lie gets tall

Before it falls

Gang, Gang, take the blame

Gang, Gang, know the name

Freedom first, then the chain

Second chances, if you’ve earned the pain

Gang, Gang, hold the line

Gang, Gang, judge the time

When the sun goes under black

Gan gives it back

He walks through broken glass

With mercy in his jaw

For every hand that stole

He writes a harder law

He lets the good ones breathe

Lets the guilty kneel

If you can pay in truth

Then maybe wounds can heal

Sun’s dropping low

Blood on the stone

No one stands alone

No one goes home

Gang, Gang, take the blame

Gang, Gang, know the name

Freedom first, then the chain

Second chances, if you’ve earned the pain

Gang, Gang, hold the line

Gang, Gang, judge the time

When the sun goes under black

Gan gives it back

Call him judge

Call him knife

Call him the hand

That keeps us alive

No velvet throne

No holy stage

Just open roads

And an honest rage

If you rise

You rise clean

If you fall

You learn what it means

Gang,Gang take the blame

Gang, Gang, know the name

Freedom first, then the chain

Second chances, if you’ve earned the pain

Gang, Gang, hold the line

Gang, Gang judge the time

When the sun goes under black

Gan gives it back

Gang, Gang, take the blame

Gang, Gang, know the name