[Verse 1] One in five — say it slow, Let it rot inside your mouth. One in five little girls grow up Learning danger wears a smile. (Background chant) Be pretty, but not too pretty. Be kind, but don’t be weak. Cover your skin, lower your eyes, Don’t give the wolves a reason to eat. (Verse one continued) How sick is a world That teaches daughters fear Before they know their own reflection, Before their bodies even feel like theirs? She is told her beauty is power, Then warned it is a curse. Told to love the mirror, Then blamed when monsters hunger first. [Pre-Chorus] And when he takes what was never his, The room goes quiet, cold, and still. They ask her what she wore that night, But never ask what made him kill. [Chorus] We were victims. Say it. Say what he did. Victim is not weakness When someone chose to sin. Don’t call me a survivor If you won’t call him predator. Don’t praise me for breathing While he walks out the door. I don’t need a softer word To make my story clean. Put the shame back on him. Give the truth back to me. [Verse 2] It wasn’t just a body. It wasn’t just skin. It was every locked door after, Every war she woke up in. It was panic in the daylight, It was flinching at her name. It was scrubbing until bleeding And still feeling stained. Maybe that was the thrill — Not lust, not need, not fire. Maybe it was taking, Maybe power was desire. Maybe what he wanted Was the sound of her control Breaking in his hands While he walked away whole. Do they ever feel the horror? Do they ever feel the weight? Or do they laugh with other cowards And call violence a conquest made? [Pre-Chorus] And everybody says she made it, Like that should be enough. Like breathing after ruin Means it didn’t cost too much. [Chorus] Don’t call us survivors Like that makes us whole. Don’t dress up our trauma So the world feels in control. We were victims. Say it. Say what he did. Victim is not weakness When someone chose to sin. Don’t call me a survivor If you won’t call him predator. Don’t praise me for breathing While he walks out the door. I don’t need a softer word To make my story clean. Put the shame back on him. Give the truth back to me. [Bridge] And don’t blame masculinity For monsters wearing skin. A true man doesn’t hunt her. A true man stands between her and them. A true man doesn’t break her. A true man guards the flame. He doesn’t call it passion When he leaves her carrying his shame. This was not desire. This was not mistake. This was not confusion. This was something he chose to take. So stop making her the lesson. Stop making her the proof. Stop asking how she healed Before you ask what he did to her youth. (Intense Breakdown) Survivor doesn’t mean whole. Victim doesn’t mean weak. Survivor doesn’t mean healed. Victim doesn’t mean defeat. Say victim. Say predator. Say violence. Say theft. Say guilty. Say evil. Say he knew what he had left. Survivor doesn’t mean whole. Victim doesn’t mean weak. Put the shame back on him Every time she speaks. [Final Chorus] Don’t call me survivor Like that makes me whole. Don’t turn my devastation Into something beautiful. I was a victim. Say it. Tell the world what he did. There is no shame in naming What someone else committed. Don’t call her a survivor If you won’t call him predator. Don’t praise me for breathing While he walks out the door. We don’t need a softer word To make our story's clean. Put the shame back on him. Give the truth back to me. [Outro] One in five — say it louder. One in five — let it burn. We are not your redemption story. We are the truth you tried to bury first. She is not dirty. But now she will never feel clean. She is not weak because she bled. She is not less because the monsters mean. He is guilty because a part of her is DEAD Survivor doesn’t mean whole. Victim doesn’t mean she is weak. Put the shame back on him He is a nasty fucked up freak.
