The Madman From Birmingham

(Verse 1)  
Raised on thunder, born in chains,  
City lights and midnight rains.  
He cracked the sky with a wild scream,  
Chasing dreams in a shattered scene.  

Tattooed soul, and eyes ablaze,  
Carried sins through heavy haze.  
Flawed and fierce, a storm inside—  
But for his fans, he'd never hide.  

(Chorus)  
Oh, Madman from Birmingham!  
Voice of a million outcast hands.  
Scars like riffs, raw and loud,  
Still he stands — broken, proud.  
Even through the fire and fall,  
His music shakes the concrete wall!  

(Verse 2)  
Leather boots stomp every lie,  
Ashes rising, he won't die.  
Stage was church, his creed was noise,  
He bled truth through every voice.  

They called him reckless, cursed his name,  
But he wore it like a badge of flame.  
Love poured out in each refrain,  
A symphony of joy and pain.  

(Bridge)  
He wasn’t perfect — he never faked it.  
He lived it raw, never sugarcoated it.  
"Raise your horns!" he'd scream with grace,  
Every soul found their place.  

(Chorus)  
Oh, Madman from Birmingham!  
Voice of a million outcast hands.  
Scars like riffs, raw and loud,  
Still he stands — broken, proud.  
Even through the fire and fall,  
His music shakes the concrete wall!  

(Outro)  
Now he's echoes in the smoke,  
But his spirit never broke.  
The flaws made him real, not wrong—  
In his chaos lives the song.  
Forever loud, forever strong...  
The Madman lives on.

Punk / Metal