Rusty Strings [Folk punk]

[Verse]
In the heart of the wasteland, where the wild ones dare to tread,
We stitch our dreams on tattered flags, with threads of hope and dread.
Beneath the overpass, our sanctuary from the storm,
We sing the anthems of the lost, in defiance we are born.
[Chorus]
"Rusty Strings and Broken Things," our battle cry in the night,
With every chord, we fight the horde, in shadows we find light.
Our voices, raw with truth, echo off the concrete walls,
In the ruins of yesterday, the freedom call enthralls.
[Bridge]
With ink-stained hands, we pen our tales on scraps of borrowed time,
A symphony of chaos, in every line a rhyme.
Through the cracks of a fractured world, our green shoots dare to sprout,
Amidst the decay, we find our way, with songs of hope we shout.
[Outro]
"Rusty Strings and Broken Things," a melody of the strife,
In the clash of dawn and darkness, we carve our slice of life.
For every fallen dreamer, for the spirits unconfined,

[@Noah1377]

sounds awesome, man!