Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Classroom map
Red and blue lines
Teacher says
"these are the sides"
TV spits
Translated lies
Turn the sound down
Hear the mothers cry
[Chorus]
Not my flag
Not my gun
I won't march for anyone
From L.A. down to Caracas sun
Our rage is one
Our rage is one
Not your war
Not your son
Sign my name on insubordination
From strip malls
To the barrios
Run
Our rage is one
Our rage is one
[Verse 2]
Old men trade
Oil for bones
Young kids stuffed
Into uniforms
Corporate saints
Bless the storms
Count the coffins
Call it "reform"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
They say "stand up"
I sit down
They say "speak proud"
I spit out
From desert sand
To jungle ground
We're done dying
For their crowns
[ganged vocals] No kings
No crews
Just us
[ganged vocals] No deals
No trust
Just us
[Chorus]
Style
rockfastragged punk band in a cramped club. guitars sharp and overdrivenbass snarlingdrums sprinting in two-beat blasts. vocals half-shoutedgang backups on the hooks. brief breakdown in the bridge with tom-heavy march feelthen everything explodes back in for a finaldefiant chorus. rawtape-hot mixcrowd mics wide open for chaos.punk
Prompt
Do a anti-authority punk rock song for the war between America and Venezuela 
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ReclaimerGeneratedJan 4, 2026
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