Born in the echo of the silent night
We carve our names on the edge of the sky
No crown, no creed but the fire inside
Every scar is a scripture, every fall a rite
We bleed neon, we pray to the drum
Step on the doubt like it’s already done
If the world is a cage, we’re the crack in the steel
Hear the roar of the lost—now you know it’s real
We don’t kneel, we ignite
We are the fracture that writes the light