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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]
Details
GeneratedJan 4, 2026
Duration2:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Fast, ragged punk band in a cramped club. Guitars sharp and overdriven, bass snarling, drums sprinting in two-beat blasts. Vocals half-shouted, gang backups on the hooks. Brief breakdown in the bridge with tom-heavy march feel, then everything explodes back in for a final, defiant chorus. Raw, tape-hot mix, crowd mics wide open for chaos., punk
Credits
Prompt by
Reclaimer
ReclaimerModelAria v5
Prompt
Do a anti-authority punk rock song for the war between America and Venezuela 
