When others see us, we’re a bunch of delinquents. Changing that view isn’t an easy solution, but we can’t lose energy cuz of the misunderstandings and bias. Our duty is to prove who we really are.

They say, you’re different from us, so please leave. Fine, but know this, being different isn’t wrong. Soon, the time will come when people will get jealous. Our place is a district where a small light shines greatly on.

The studio floor is red with our blood sweat. We ran like crazy, all night. But in the end, we’re just clowns in front of frowning faces. No answer so we’re just gonna protect our space.

Stray Kids

So, would you come to our district?