[Intro]
(Instrumental intro: Distorted synth pulse builds, joined by a heavy, driving drum b**t and a deep, resonant bassline. Electric guitar feedback swells subtly in the background.)
[Verse 1]
Strike a match in the dark, let the shadows spin,
Weāve been forged in the fire that tried to pull us in.
Every bruise, every fall, every whispered doubt,
Only sharpened the voices weāre screaming now.
We learned to rise where the broken begin,
Turned every loss into something to win.
[Chorus]
Ashes taste like victory, I breathe them in again,
Scars carved into melody, pounding in my skin.
We mock the vengeance, we sing it loudā
Break the silence, burn it down.
This is how weāre gonna win.
This is how weāre gonna win.
[Verse 2]
Yeah, the past tried to chain us, tried to clip our wings,
But we cut through the quiet with the songs we bring.
Every fear left behind, every ghost we outgrewā
Weāre the storm in the sky they canāt see through.
We rise from ruin, stronger than before,
Laughing as we k**k down the last locked door.
[Chorus]
Ashes taste like victory, I breathe them in again,
Scars carved into melody, pounding in my skin.
We mock the vengeance, we sing it loudā
Break the silence, burn it down.
This is how weāre gonna win.
This is how weāre gonna win.
[Bridge]
Let the drums hit like rage, let the bass shake the ground,
Let the keys glitch the memories that kept us bound.
Feathers, fire, shadows, staticā
We are chaos, cinematic!
(Instrumental break: Intensifies with distorted synths, heavy guitar riff, and complex drum fills, embodying the chaos described.)
[Chorus]
Ashes taste like victory, I breathe them in again,
Scars carved into melody, pounding in my skin.
We mock the vengeance, we sing it loudā
Break the silence, burn it down.
This is how weāre gonna winā
Yeah, this is how weāre gonna win.
[Outro]
Breathe it inā¦
(Heavy, rhythmic breathing sound mixed with the fading b**t)
Let it igniteā¦
(Synth flare, single distorted guitar note sustains)
Mock vengeanceā
(Drums drop out, leaving only the sustained guitar and a low synth drone)
We own the night.
(Final, powerful drum hit and cymbal c***h, then sudden silence. The synth drone fades slowly into nothingness.)
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