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Silent Storm Anthem by Dustin

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Silent Storm Anthem

alternative Rock

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Ooooooooooh...
Gravel cracks beneath worn out dreams, middle child lost in boomer self esteem,
Choir storms and sludgy waves of grunt and fight, sarcasm's our armor in the fading light.
Blooms like shadows, heavy, slow. Crawl beneath them, radar, watch us grow.
Tom-Tom rolls, build tension, silent but deadly.
Don't you test, we're the choir rage you can't arrest.
We're the forgotten, the silent call.
Raised on neglect, we won't fall.
Don't mistake our cry for peace.
Generation X, our fight won't cease.
Ooooooooooh...
Boomers preach from ivory thrones.
While we fend off debts they disown.
Millennials dream, left in turd light.
Gen Z's lost their screens at night.
Check the narrative in between kings and queens.
Sarcastic cynics with unseen means.
Raised on irony, soaked in neglect.
Choir revolution, don't misdetect.
Boomers' egos, a crumbling wall.
Millennials stumble, Gen Z's fall.
We hold the line with a fist of funk.
Middle child's rage never sunk.
We move like shadows, heavy, slow.
Underneath the radar, watch us grow.
Tom-Tom rolls, build tension, silent but deadly.
Don't you test, we're the choir rage you can't arrest.
We're the forgotten, the silent call.
Raised on regret, we won't fall.
Don't mistake our cry for peace.
Generation X, our fight won't cease.
We're no weaklings, just underestimated mobs.
Dance with shadows, laugh with pain.
Our silence is thunder in the pouring rain.
It's our rhythm steps that funk bass grooves deep.
Carrying the laid back.
Fuck!
Grinding gears in time, strange dance.
With a glitch you can't erase at a glance.
Funk means grunge in a tangled fight.
Middle child's anthem, born from the night.
Guitar sludgy riffs clash with funky muted stabs.
Trumpet softly weaves, building tension bright.
We're the forgotten, the silent call.
Raised on neglect, we won't fall.
Don't mistake our cry for peace.
Generation X, our fight won't cease.
Splendor overflows, we're the silent storm.
Born in the cracks, forever reborn.
O-o-o-on.
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