Not My King is a clenched fist of a song, driven by urgency rather than metaphor. Champions channel anger, clarity, and collective frustration into gritty indie rock that refuses to soften its message. The track bristles with confrontation, calling out power structures built on inequality and demanding accountability instead of obedience. Vocals land with conviction, guitars grind with purpose, and the tension never lets up. This isn’t abstract protest—it’s direct, grounded, and emotionally charged.
Not My King feels less like commentary and more like a line in the sand, capturing a moment where silence is no longer an option.
-Fuck ICE-
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