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They call it A1.
A joke that writes itself — named after the Secretary of Education who couldn’t even get “AI” right.
But that’s the point: the ones in charge don’t understand the world they’re rebooting.
A1 is an industrial howl from the machine’s belly, where code meets chaos and the human voice still bleeds through the noise.
It’s satire, prophecy, and confession — wired with distortion and dread.
The lyrics are all mine, based on my History and Political Science classes. I used AI ironically to design the cover art, and to put all the instruments and sounds together in my songs.

LYRICS:

They say we’re poisoning the youth,
Writing lies in the book of truth.
Teaching facts is now a crime,
They want us blind to buy more time.

Take your fears and make them laws,
Burn the pages, sharpen claws.
History’s bleeding, red and raw,
They call it fair while they break the law.
You can’t chain the mind with fear,
We’ve been quiet, but we’re still here.

Raise your fists — this is education!
No more faith in manipulation.
Truth’s our weapon, ink’s our flame,
You can ban the books but not the brain.
We won’t kneel to indoctrination,
We are the class, the new creation.

Every lesson lights the fuse —
We teach the world, we never lose.

Say it — TEACH!
Say it — REACH!

Segregation’s back in style,
Equity’s a word on trial.
They call it freedom,
we call it fake,

The system cracks,
the children wake.
Transparent hearts,
we stand and fight,
With open hands and sharpened sight.

Ask your questions,
don’t obey,
This is how we save the day.
You can’t chain the mind with fear,
We’ve been quiet, but we’re still here.

Raise your fists — this is education!
No more faith in manipulation.
Truth’s our weapon, ink’s our flame,
You can ban the books but not the brain.
We won’t kneel to indoctrination,
We are the class, the new creation.

Every lesson lights the fuse —
We teach the world, we never lose.

Say it — TEACH!
Say it — REACH!

From Galileo to McCarthy’s flame,
They tried to silence every name.
But truth survives — it always will,
You can’t unteach a sharpened will.

Raise your fists — this is education!
We’re the spark, the reformation.
In the ruins, hear our call:
The teachers rise, we teach them all.