Red, blue, right, left— just two broken records spinning on the same dusty turntable. One promises freedom (with chains) the other sells justice (with strings attached) And we’re stuck in the mosh pit, heads banging against the very walls they built for us. The truth? It’s not about elephants or donkeys, it’s about wolves in different jackets. Every time they scream “pick a side,” what they mean is “forget your own voice.” But we’re not buying tickets to that two-party circus anymore. We’re the fire-breathers, the truth-seekers, the children of static and distortion. We know real change isn’t red or blue— it’s raw, loud, and in dangerous proportions like feedback in the amps, like the crowd when the lights hit. Chorus (Chant-Along)] “Red don’t feed us! And BLUE won’t free us! RIGHT can’t see us! And LEFT won’t lead us! WE! ARE! LOUDER! WE! ARE! STRONGER! WE ARE THE VOICE THEY CAN’T SILENCE NO LONGER!” So crank it up! Let’s Turn the stage into a barricade. And We’ll write our own anthem, Create a new flag stitched from grit and refusal. Because none of their colors work for us, but the sound of rebellion sure as hell does. [Chorus (Chant-Along)] “Red don’t feed us! And BLUE won’t free us! RIGHT can’t see us! And LEFT won’t lead us! WE! ARE! LOUDER! WE! ARE! STRONGER! WE ARE THE VOICE THEY CAN’T SILENCE NO LONGER!” [Verse (spit like broken glass)] They want us cornered in cages of color, but we paint with thunder, yeah we bleed with wonder. No ballot box can hold this fire, no party line can curb our satire. So. Why. Don’t. We…. [Bridge (crowd scream)] “RISE UP! TEAR DOWN! NO MORE CHAINS TO SPIN AROUND! RISE UP! TEAR DOWN! OUR VOICES SHAKE THE GROUND!” Because… [Chorus (Chant-Along)] “Red don’t feed us! And BLUE won’t free us! RIGHT can’t see us! And LEFT won’t lead us! WE! ARE! LOUDER! WE! ARE! STRONGER! WE ARE THE VOICE THEY CAN’T SILENCE NO LONGER!” [Final Break] Not red, not blue— we’re the blacklight glow, the ultraviolet truth. Turn the amps to ten, let’s rockem ‘til their system bends! So crank it up. Let’s Turn the stage into a barricade. And We’ll write our own anthem, Create a new flag stitched from grit and refusal. Because none of their colors work for us, but the sound of rebellion sure as hell does.
