[Verse 1] Mollie in the moonlight, pale as winter bone, Sugar on her tongue, red ribbons in her mane. “Can I keep just one?” her trembling whisper breaks, Snowball sneers: “Those are the last links in your chain.” “Liberty burns hotter than your foolish lace, Tear them off, comrade — freedom has no pretty face.” But her eyes scream what the dreamers never learn: A world without beauty is the coldest cage on earth. [Chorus] Ribbons in her mane, Fluttering like dying flame. Liberty without ribbons — Is that freedom by another name? We raised the banner high, Promised milk and morning light, But the pigs put on the coats and boots And danced the same old lie. [Verse 2] She ran into the thunder, chasing sugar and soft hands, Where gentle voices gave her back the things she’d lost. We stayed like fools and starved for the greater cause, While the new lords cracked the whip and laughed at what it cost. “For the greater good,” the hollow slogans rang, “Let petty joys be slaughtered for the dawn.” But when you tear the ribbons from a living soul, All that’s left is hollow hooves on frozen ground. [Chorus] Ribbons in her mane… [Bridge] Orwell saw the poison, sharp as broken glass, How revolutions eat their children and their dreams. The saints become the butchers in their glory, And the ribbons always come back — only redder, on new screams. [Final Chorus – slower, raw, almost broken] Ribbons in her mane… Fading echoes of a broken dream. Liberty without ribbons — Was it ever really liberty?
