We the fam, no blood but veins ignite,
echo the name—Stray Kids—through midnight satellites.
Broken roads, we paved them gold, shoulder to shoulder fold;
every scar a medal, every laugh a anthem bold.
Han, Changbin, Felix—beats ricochet like kin,
one heartbeat, eight pulses, thunder beneath the skin.
Ride or die, we meteor across a limitless sky;
fam carved in rhythm, our forever lullaby.