[Intro] Pipe organ. Heartbeat drums. Static rain. “We were never born to kneel…” “Ladies… insurrect…” [Verse 1] Velvet cages, satin chains, Powdered blush to hide the pain, Pretty dolls in perfect rows, Smiling while the empire grows. When did we trade our crowns for chains? Dress the silence, hide the pain? Teach the daughters to obey Then fear the fury they create? [Pre-Chorus] Three wolves at the palace gate, Three witches twisting hands of fate, Three words carved into disaster: “Serve your king and serve your master.” [Chorus] When did we decide to let The men become the masters? How many letters does it take To spell disaster? Three. Just like the Trinity. Father. Mother. Daughter. Son. How many years before we learn The numbers weren’t correct? Corset queens and banshees scream— Ladies, insurrect. [Verse 2] They taught us pretty pays the rent, That silence is a compliment, Put a barcode on our skin And called it “beauty discipline.” But every whisper turns to roar, Every lock breaks off the door, Every “no” they tried to break Turns into something wide awake. [Chorus] Ladies time to insurrect— No permission, no regret, We are the storms they tried to tame, We are the match, we are the flame. Ladies time to insurrect— From the ashes we collect Every voice they tried to bury Now returns in holy fury. [Bridge] No more shrinking. No more shame. No more playing someone’s game. We were never born to crawl— We are the cracks inside the wall. [Final Chorus] Ladies time to insurrect— Hear the silence intersect With a thousand breaking voices Making impossible choices. Ladies time to insurrect— No forgiveness to expect, Only truth in every fracture… Only after… we came after. [Outro] Low organ hum. Thunder rolling. Even if the cage was gold… We would still not be sold. For every girl denied a choice— We rise together. One strong voice. “Ladies… insurrect.”
