Howl at the Hollow Sun

Message: This is not nostalgia. This is warning. This is war. Fight MAGA’s hate not because politics demand it— But because humanity does. [Verse 1] They’re diggin’ up the dead again, Whisperin’ lies in red, white, and “amen.” Got a flag made of skin and a crown of flame, Call it “freedom,” but it ain’t the same. They wear the mask of “God’s true son,” But they’ve got the stink of the fascist one— The ones who burned the books, the Jews, the queer, Now they’re back, loud and clear. [Pre-Chorus] They say it’s love, but hate's in their kiss, They sell you hope, then steal your kids. They build a wall with your own name— And light the match for the funeral flame. [Chorus] I won’t bow! (I won’t bow!) To your hollow sun! (Hollow sun!) You wear the boots of the old, dead ones— But we’ve seen this film—it fucking ends! I won’t kneel! (I won't kneel!) To a lie that breathes! (Breathes!) You’ll scream “Make America!”— But we won’t bleed for your dreams! [Verse 2] They rally the crowds with a snake-hand grin, Say “Take it back!”—but back to when? Back to chains? Back to silence? Back to women as property and science as violence? They crucified truth on a cable news screen, Call dissent “unpatriotic,” you know what I mean. They call it “faith,” but it’s fear they feed— A plantation dressed like liberty. [Bridge] I saw my grandma cry in ‘38, As the storm rolled in, polite and late. She said, “They sounded fair. They waved the flag. They prayed. But by summer, the trains would take.” THIS AIN’T NO “MAGA”—THIS IS THE REHEARSAL, PEOPLE! [Chorus – More Intense] I won’t bow! (I won’t bow!) To your hollow sun! (Hollow sun!) You wear the boots of the old, dead ones— But we’ve seen this film—it fucking ends! I won’t kneel! (I won’t kneel!) To a lie that breathes! (Breathes!) You’ll scream “Make America!”— But we won’t bleed for your dreams! [Verse 3 – Defiant Declaration] I fight not because I hate— But because I love what you desecrate: The queer kid on the bus, The Black man walking because, The teacher speaking facts, The immigrant fixing your damn cracks. I fight for the poor, the broken, and scarred— Not your “glory,” not your goddamn yard! [Outro – Chant & Collapse] Fight! (Fight!) Fight the lie! (Fight the lie!) Fight the jackboots passing as “pride!” Fight! (Fight!) Or they’ll burn us twice— Once in fire… Once in silence…