Thunder crackin’ in my lungs, we the storm that never calms,
?? ?? ? ??, our rhythm breaks the psalms.
?? ??? we rise, every bassline a revolt,
?? ?? ???? history’s gate we jolt.
??? “We stay,” no surrender, no retreat,
? ?? ??? ??, the pavement feels our beat.
From the underground to sky, we flip the thunder loud—
Stray Kids, crownless kings, watch the lightning write the cloud.