[Intro]
Ink on paper, smoke in the air
A room full of suits with a dead-eyed stare
They point to a river, they circle a town
Like nobody’s breathing down there on the ground

[Verse]
She came with a camera and a borrowed press pass
Saw the old men smiling through the bulletproof glass
They said it was order, they said it was trade
They said every border is a deal to be made

Lines on the wall like scars on skin
Someone says patience, someone says win
Someone says history owes us this land
With bloodless fingers and a shaking hand

[Pre-Chorus]
But she heard the sirens under every word
Heard the mothers crying where the maps got blurred
Heard a million footsteps in a conference hall
And the paper started screaming from the wall

[Chorus]
Maps are not yours
No matter how you fold them
Maps are not yours
No matter who you sold them to
Maps are not yours
The streets remember names
You can draw your lines in fire
But the people are not flames

[Verse]
A border is a wound if you cut it with pride
A flag is just fabric when children have died
A treaty gets signed while the cameras applaud
And somebody whispers, this is what they call God

She writes down the language, clean and cold
Strategic access, assets controlled
Population pressure, corridor plan
New words for hunger, old greed in man

[Pre-Chorus]
And the microphone crackles like a prison gate
Every gentle sentence has a loaded weight
She looks at the map and the map looks back
With villages trembling under thumbtack black

[Chorus]
Maps are not yours
No matter how you fold them
Maps are not yours
No matter who you sold them to
Maps are not yours
The streets remember names
You can draw your lines in fire
But the people are not flames

[Instrumental]
Sirens cut through broken guitar
Bassline running like a stolen car
Drums hit hard, no room to breathe
News static crawling underneath

[Bridge]
No king with a marker
No boardroom decree
No empire’s hunger
Gets to name the sea
No mouth full of conquest
No televised lie
Can move a whole nation
Without hearing it cry

[Breakdown]
Hands off the rivers
Hands off the shore
Hands off the cities
You never lived for
Hands off the future
Hands off the graves
No more masters
No more slaves

[Build-up]
She raises the recorder
She raises her eyes
The map keeps burning
But the people rise

[Chorus]
Maps are not yours
No matter how you fold them
Maps are not yours
No matter who you sold them to
Maps are not yours
The streets remember names
You can draw your lines in fire
But the people are not flames

[Chorus]
Maps are not yours
No border is a toy
Maps are not yours
No country is your joy
Maps are not yours
The living won’t be moved
You can own the cameras
But the truth still breaks through

[Outro]
Ink on paper, smoke in the air
She leaves that room with a permanent stare
The world outside is bleeding and sure
Maps are not yours
Maps are not yours