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Burn It Higher 2 by Adhan

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Burn It Higher 2

Punk,Any Vocals

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Description
(Verse 1)
Neon stutters on wet cobblestone,
Spray-can saints mark the names we own.
Broken speakers cough on 3rd and Vine,
Cassette-tape hearts skipping out of time.
We count the cracks where their posters peel,
Cheap suits smiling over unpaid bills.
A busted arcade, a pocket full of rust,
We trade our silence for a louder trust.
(Chorus)
Rebel heart's fire — burn it higher!
Rebel heart's fire — burn it higher!
(Shout) Burn it higher!
(Verse 2)
Stairs of iron, graffiti saints in black,
Empty storefronts where the kids stacked tracks.
The landlord's ledger, stamped with Councilman Grey,
Sells our mornings for a glossy display.
We shove our songs down through the alley wire,
Matchbox prayers and a molotov choir.
Broken turnstiles, a subway door that moans,
We make a home of noise and telephone bones.
(Chorus)
Rebel heart's fire — burn it higher!
Rebel heart's fire — burn it higher!
Gang vocals: We won't go quiet!
(Bridge)
Sirens taste like pennies on the tongue,
Sergeant Hollow keeps his ledger hung.
They auction playgrounds for a chrome-lit mall,
Promise better futures while the storefronts fall.
We spit on velvet ties and their paper crowns,
Spray the mayor's poster across the town.
No empty promises, no polished lies —
We name the hand that sold our nights.
(Breakdown)
Short staccato drum: hey! hey! hey!
Guitars cut like razors, voices fray.
(Quiet) Whisper: they think we're small—
(Explode) Shout: watch us burn their wall!
(Chorus — Escalation)
Rebel heart's fire — burn it higher!
Rebel heart's fire — burn it higher!
(Shouted) Tear their headlines, light their pyres!
(Gang) Burn it higher! Burn it higher!
(Outro)
Ash on our sneakers, paint on our hands,
We leave our names like constellations on the plans.
When the morning comes and their glass is tired,
We'll still be singing — rebel heart's fire.