Rising Tide (or Phoenix in the Flames) (Philosophical anthem of rebirth and social chaos)

Title: Rising Tide

Verse 1
The clock struck midnight, but the glass didn’t break,
We danced on the edge while the levee shook in its wake.
You said, «We’re just ghosts in a neon parade»,
But I saw the fire in the fists that you made.
Now the maps are all bleeding, the roads have no names,
And the saints we once prayed to are scribbled with stains...

Pre-Chorus
Oh, the world’s on a wire, we’re the thieves of the spark,
Stealing light from the void, painting hope in the dark!

Chorus (Beyoncé-энергия + Billie-атмосфера):
Hey, we’re the storm, we’re the flood, we’re the rain,
Scars on the pavement where we carved our names.
They said, «Kneel to the thunder», but we screamed instead —
«Break the sky, we’ll build a new one from the cracks in its head!»
(Oh-oh-oh) Through the fire, through the chains,
(Oh-oh-oh) We’re the rebels, we’re the flames!
(Oh-oh-oh) Watch the kings turn to ash in our hurricane!

Verse 2
Your crown’s made of bullets, my throne’s made of lies,
We kissed as the cities drowned in the glow of our crimes.
The angels are dealers, they sell second chances,
But we bought the devil’s grin for one last dance.

Pre-Chorus:
Now the moon’s just a spotlight for our stolen parade,
We’ll burn down the prisons that the stars once made!

Chorus:
(Повтор с большим вокалом и бэк-вокалом «Rise up!»)

Bridge:
Maybe we’re fools, maybe we’re scars on the sun,
But when the tide pulls us under — we’ll bite back, we’ll run!
Every wound’s a compass, every crack’s a door —
The world tried to bury us, but we’re the seeds of the war!

Final Chorus (с оркестром и EDM-дропом как у David Guetta):
Hey, we’re the storm (Rise up!), we’re the flood (Rise up!), we’re the rain…

Outro:
They call it chaos — we call it home,
The tides can’t drown us when we’re made of stone.
So let the sky fracture, let the earth moan —
We’ll be the monsters that outshine the throne.