[Intro]
Lines on paper, lines in sand
Hands in pockets, blood on hands
Lines on paper, lines in sand
You draw the border, we bury the land

[Verse]
They spread the atlas on a polished table
Talk like conquest is a children’s fable
Coffee cups, cameras, expensive ties
A country gets smaller in a rich man’s eyes
She watches the screen in the back of a bar
A soldier’s face lit by a passing car
The anchor says tension, the minister says peace
But the bulldozers move when the speeches cease

[Pre-Chorus]
You can fold a map
You can hide a scar
But you cannot own
Where the people are

[Chorus]
Maps are not yours, no matter what you say
You cannot buy the morning, you cannot steal the bay
Maps are not yours, the rivers know our names
Every border drawn in greed will wash away in flames
No more chessboard, no more throne
No stolen country is yours to own

[Verse]
She meets a girl at a checkpoint gate
With a schoolbag full of fear and late
Her father’s field has a brand-new fence
And the papers call it self-defense
On every wall there is a missing face
On every street there is a stolen place
The powerful speak in a bloodless tone
Like flesh and soil are a bank loan

[Pre-Chorus]
You can stamp a page
You can fake a claim
But the ground remembers
Every stolen name

[Chorus]
Maps are not yours, no matter what you say
You cannot buy the morning, you cannot steal the bay
Maps are not yours, the rivers know our names
Every border drawn in greed will wash away in flames
No more chessboard, no more throne
No stolen country is yours to own

[Interlude]
Not for sale
Not for war
Not your coast
Not your shore
Not for sale
Not for war
We are many
You are more?

[Bridge]
A map is a wound when the ink is a threat
A line is a weapon when the powerful bet
A border is blood when the boots arrive
A treaty means nothing if the poor don’t survive
She writes from the station with the windows cracked
Every empire calls its hunger fact
But every small town, every broken door
Sings louder than the men who want more

[Breakdown]
You draw
We bleed
You want
We need

[Build-up]
You draw
We bleed
You want
We need
You draw the line
We cross the lie
You raise the flag
We raise the sky

[Chorus]
Maps are not yours, no matter what you say
You cannot buy the morning, you cannot steal the bay
Maps are not yours, the rivers know our names
Every border drawn in greed will wash away in flames
No more chessboard, no more throne
No stolen country is yours to own

[Outro]
Lines on paper, lines in sand
Hands in pockets, blood on hands
Maps are not yours, maps are not yours
We live here, we live here