aimusic.one

[Verse]
Gritty strings whining, sound of the past,
Faded flannels, memories that last,
Rough edges, the world left behind,
Grunge's ghost whispers, ain't hard to find.
[Verse 2]
Muddy boots stomping, echoes of rage,
Rock gods gone, left an empty stage,
Penny royal teardrops, drown the lies,
No more truth in sweet lullabies.
[Chorus]
Grunge's dead, but we're still alive,
Soul in the leftover ashes, we thrive,
Screw the glitter, the fame, the game,
Raw emotion, never tamed.
[Verse 3]
Billboard's bloated, plastic sold,
Heartbeats lost, profits controlled,
No more anthems that shout and bleed,
Music infested with charts' greed.
[Bridge]
Scratch the vinyl, remember the dirt,
Fuzzy feedback, pain that won't skirt,
Shattered dreams echo in the void,
Pure art, never destroyed.
[Chorus]
Grunge's dead, but we're still alive,
Soul in the leftover ashes, we thrive,
Screw the glitter, the fame, the game,
Raw emotion, never tamed.