Verse 1
High heels marching on a broken street
Power suits clash with bare cracked feet
One says smile, weaponize your charm
The other sharpens fists, rejects the norm
Books on fire, banners in the rain
Quotes of freedom written in champagne
One paints nails like loaded guns
The other burns bras just for fun
Pre-Chorus
Mirror talks and shattered glass
Who decides what strength is, class by class?
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Chorus
Lipstick feminism in red neon light
Says own the gaze, make desire your right
Leather feminism growls in the dark
Says burn the system, leave your mark
They scream the same word, different tone
“Liberation!”—but who owns the throne?
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Verse 2
Hashtags dancing in designer heels
Empowerment sold in plastic seals
While underground screams in concrete rooms
No sponsors here, just rage and doom
One flirts with power, winks at kings
The other cuts the puppet strings
One says choice is the ultimate law
The other says choice is a luxury flaw
Pre-Chorus
Two megaphones, one crowded mind
Both swear they’ve cracked the code of kind
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Chorus
Lipstick feminism blows a kiss
Says my body is business
Leather feminism spits on gold
Says your freedom’s been sold
Same fire, different spark
One lights candles, one lights the dark
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Bridge (Spoken / Chaotic)
Paint it pink!
Smash it black!
Post it now!
Never look back!
Boss babe!
No gods!
Buy the merch!
Break the laws!
(Who’s free now?)
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Breakdown
Mascara tears, molotov dreams
Both drowning in extreme routines
While somewhere between the scream and smile
A quiet voice waits in denial
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Final Chorus
Lipstick, leather—blood and gloss
Different roads, same hidden cost
If freedom’s war is all we see
Who’s left to just… be free?
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Outro
Two flags burning, same cold night
Maybe the war forgot the fight
Between the rage and velvet scream
There’s a woman lost between
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