Verse 1
Cardboard armies crowd the streets
Ink‑stained fingers, rhythm in their feet.
Every slogan made from creative grit,
A thousand voices — we’re done with this shit.
Pre-Chorus
Brushstrokes shake, the colors scream,
Truth gets louder through your scheme
They try to silence what they can’t unsee,
But our signs hold meaning — loud and free.
Chorus
Signs hold meaning, raised up high,
Words like lightning splitting the sky.
Signs hold meaning, bold and bright,
We paint the future in the public light.
Verse 2
Broken markers, duct‑taped dreams,
Spray‑cans graffiti in the city seams.
Every message born from bruised grief
Hope on paper, rage your belief.
Pre-Chorus
Brushstrokes shaking, colors scream,
Truth gets louder through the gleam.
They try to silence what they can’t unsee,
But our signs hold meaning — wild and free.
Bridge
Lift them higher — for the world to see,
Every letter a flying dagger
Crowds ignite when the colors bleed,
We write the anthem that the moment needs.
Final Chorus
Signs hold meaning, we won’t fade,
Voices marching through the barricade.
Signs hold meaning, truth on display,
We carry the message — they can’t look away.