[Verse 1]
They drew a map in the dust
Said
“Pick a door
Pick a side”
Hands on my back at the border
Trying to push me inside
I taste sand on my tongue
Their promises
Cheap and thin
They circle like rusted wagons
Waiting for me to give in
[Chorus]
I won’t die in the caravan
I won’t give them what they want
I am more than what they planned
More than names they try to haunt
I won’t crawl to the command
Won’t be quiet
Won’t be bought
I won’t die in the caravan
I won’t give them what they want (no I won’t)
[Verse 2]
They trade in faded passports
Stories bought by the pound
Say
“You’ll be safe if you’re silent”
If I stay small
Stay bound
But I’ve stitched my fear to courage
Thread by thread through the night
If the road is made of cages
I’ll turn the cage into light
[Chorus]
I won’t die in the caravan
I won’t give them what they want
I am more than what they planned
More than names they try to haunt
I won’t crawl to the command
Won’t be quiet
Won’t be bought
I won’t die in the caravan
I won’t give them what they want (never will)