LIPSTICK NATION [Verse 1] I learned to draw a mouth that never says “no,” Cherry-red silence in a high-gloss glow. They called it power—funny what they mean, When control wears perfume and calls itself clean. Every girl a headline in a cheaper disguise, We’re auctioned off gently in curated lies. Say “own your body” while you measure my waist— Freedom tastes funny when it’s fed through a taste. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Smile wider—there you go, Pain looks better when it’s posed. If I’m the joke, then let me choose Exactly how I’m used. ⸻ [Chorus] Welcome to the Lipstick Nation—kiss the camera, play along, We’ll sell you liberation if you sing the right song. Be a savage, be a sweetheart, be a scandal, be a saint— Just don’t get too real, don’t you dare say what you ain’t. Oh, we love a little rebellion—if it fits inside a frame, If it flatters the illusion, if it elevates the brand name— If beauty is a currency, I’ll counterfeit the throne, In this Lipstick Nation—watch me sell you back your own. ⸻ [Verse 2] He said, “You’re dangerous,” like a compliment rehearsed, But only liked the danger when it didn’t come first. Wants a wildfire he can hold in his hand, Just enough to feel alive—never burn what he planned. They’ll crown you for breaking, but only on cue, A meltdown’s romantic if it photographs true. Cry pretty, die pretty, make suffering chic, We’re all just aesthetics when we’re too tired to speak. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Mascara riots down my face, But make it soft, erase the rage— If I’m your myth, your modern fix, Then choke a little on the script. ⸻ [Chorus] Welcome to the Lipstick Nation—kiss the camera, play along, We’ll sell you liberation if you sing the right song. Be a savage, be a sweetheart, be a scandal, be a saint— Just don’t get too loud, don’t you dare say what you ain’t. Oh, we love a little freedom—just not when it’s real, Not when it breaks the fantasy we’re dying to feel— If beauty is a currency, I’ll counterfeit the throne, In this Lipstick Nation—watch me sell you back your own. ⸻ [Bridge] God, I love the way you market my decay, Turn my breakdown into something you can play. Call it art, call it brave, call it her truth— Just don’t listen too closely, it might implicate you. I am not your softened sinner, Not your curated beginner— Not your “almost,” not your “close,” Not your body in repose. I am everything you blurred out of the frame— Every woman you renamed. ⸻ [Breakdown / Spoken → Screamed] Say it louder— “I’m empowered.” Say it softer— “I’m devoured.” Which one sells? Which one pays? Which one gets a prettier grave? ⸻ [Final Chorus – Corrupted Hook] Welcome to the Lipstick Nation—bleed a little, make it cute, Turn your trauma into something they can monetize as truth. Be a brand, be a body, be a voice—but not too much, If they can’t control the narrative, they’ll control the touch. Oh, you love me when I’m broken—easier to own, Easier to edit what you’ve never really known— If beauty is a weapon, I’ll turn it on the crowd, In this Lipstick Nation—I’ll be ugly. I’ll be loud. ⸻ [Outro] Smudge the line. Cross the brand. Bite the mouth that taught you how to stand. You don’t want a revolution— You want something you can hold. And I don’t want your freedom— If it’s already been sold.
