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They pinned my lips shut,
My tears became words
That had to be written down
To understand my pain
Ask me if I can still cry
I'm tired of digging my own grave
I'm a survivor of disobedience
Get lost: you went down!
Nobody warned me that docility is a kind of suffocation
I practice smiles in the mirror like someone rehearsing a crime
Will God forgive me for inventing a new sin?
They say: honey, be sweeter
How can I be light when I've carried centuries
of “shut up” stuck in my throat?
Ask me if I can still cry
I'm tired of digging my own grave
I'm a survivor of disobedience
(Get lost: you went down!
I drank the poison like holy water
Kindness is my oldest vice,
But today I traded it for gunpowder
I lit a match with a trembling hand,
And watched my peace turn into a public bonfire.
Ask me if I can still cry
I'm tired of digging my own grave
I'm a survivor of disobedience
(Get lost: you went down!
You went down!
You went down!
