The Mother They Fear

[Intro] This is for the ones they called delusional. For the saints they never canonized. For the broken altars under freeways, and the mothers who never got a grave. She’s not a symptom. She’s not a hallucination. She is Santa Muerte La Madre Que No Pide Permiso. And we sing Her name with fire in our lungs. [Verse 1] She ain’t no demon She ain’t no case file She ain’t your trauma mask She ain’t your Western exile She’s Niña Blanca Last Breath Queen La Madrina in the shadows where your saints don’t dream She don’t take life She sees it whole She don’t demand blood She welcomes the soul [Chorus] Santa Muerte! Rodeada de huesos y fuego Santa Muerte! Camina donde morimos sin consuelo Santa Muerte! No es maldad, es lo verdadero Santa Muerte! Temen su poder porque ella sana lo sincero [Verse 2] Came from prisons From gutters From beds left cold She’s the kiss on the forehead Of the unforgiven soul Saint of the unblessed Goddess of the banned Womb that holds the outcasts That the Church don’t understand [Bridge] What you call “delusion” Is devotion you don’t get What you label “dysregulation” Is a flame you just ain’t met Your healing is violence Your lens is blind You studied bloodless icons And left the bones behind [Chorus] Santa Muerte! Rodeada de huesos y fuego Santa Muerte! Camina donde morimos sin consuelo Santa Muerte! No es maldad, es lo verdadero Santa Muerte! Temen su poder porque ella sana lo sincero [Verse 3] I’ve prayed to her Wept in her arms Seen her cradle the broken That your system disarms If you’ve only watched from glass You ain’t seen her So don’t speak like you know her You fear her I carry her I am her song [Outro] Santa Muerte Dama del silencio y la llama Intentaron borrarte Pero nos levantamos en tu nombre