Lyrics
In the wreckage of shattered dreams, he’s found a brand new spark,
A biologist turned rebel, from the shadows to the dark.
With his camera in hand, he’s chasing fragments of the real,
In the grit and the grime, he's learning how to feel.
Beneath the twisted branches, where the shadows play,
He’s capturing the chaos in the light of day.
From the buzz of the insects to the screams of the night,
In every harsh moment, there's a raw, untamed sight.
Scaling up the mountains, tearing through the sky,
Catching all the fury where the wild things lie.
Through his gritty snapshots, he’s laying bare the truth,
Every photo’s a manifesto, a scream of his youth.
On the rugged trails of silence, where the echoes never fade,
He finds his revolution in the mess that’s been made.
In the clash of the light and the dark, he’s fighting back the tears,
Each shutter click a rebellion against all of his fears.
In the distortion of the colors, in the chaos he’s found,
He’s capturing the rawness in the underground.
From the peaks to the valleys, in the wreckage he roams,
In the heart of the turmoil, he’s found a place called home.
Scaling up the mountains, tearing through the sky,
Catching all the fury where the wild things lie.
Through his gritty snapshots, he’s laying bare the truth,
Every photo’s a manifesto, a scream of his youth.
Every click’s a defiance, every frame’s a new fight,
In the noise of the nature, he’s claiming his right.
Through the highs and the lows, he’s carved out his own space,
With every captured moment, he’s setting the pace.
Scaling up the mountains, tearing through the sky,
Catching all the fury where the wild things lie.
Through his gritty snapshots, he’s laying bare the truth,
Every photo’s a manifesto, a scream of his youth.
In the mess of the small things, he’s found his own way,
In the noise and the fury, he’s made his own sway.
The biologist’s journey, through the grime and the pain,
In the grunge of the rock, he’s breaking every chain.
