They taught me to fold my teeth inside. To call the wound a place to hide. You smile like silk, so smooth, so clean. You call it grace — I call it teeth, I call it what it means. I taste the crack, I know the sign. What they name as excess, I name as mine. I took the wound, I made it course — I turned the silence into force. Sweet fury — the truth with a pulse! Sweet fury — I keep what happened intact! Glass under skin — I keep it in! I keep it in! The room was polished, sharp and cold. Each glance a verdict — I was bought and sold. I learned the weight of a lie they sold — and answered with my name, my story, my hold. Sweet fury — the truth with a pulse! Sweet fury — I keep what happened intact! Glass under skin — I keep it in! I keep it in! I do not beg for peace, I do not ask for grace. If I go quiet, it's loaded — if I look back, it's a release. I was built from the fracture, from the splinter and the stone. Still I'm standing here, and I'm not alone. Sweet fury — the truth with a pulse! Sweet fury — I keep what happened intact! Glass under skin — I keep it in! I keep it in! I keep what happened intact. Now you remember me.
