Prompt / Lyrics
[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)
Tags
Gritty alt-rock with male vocals; verses ride a tense, palm-muted guitar and dry kick-snare groove, then explode in the chorus with wide distorted power chords and raw gang-shouted hooks; bridge strips to bass, floor toms, and hushed vocal before a final, cathartic full-band reprise
Duration
2:29
Instrumental
No
Created
2/5/2026