[Intro – whispered, soft strings building]
They like to take our lives from us
And dress it up like it’s divine
But every scapegoat bears a crown
And every saint was burned alive…
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[Verse 1]
A woman sat with wine-stained lips
Her name was etched in every myth
They blamed her for the serpent’s kiss
Then crowned her sin with a bloody twist
I watched her walk through ancient flame
They never even learned her name
Still, she bore their daughters, loved their sons
Only to be the hunted one
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[Pre-Chorus]
I lied for you, I knelt for you
Built a kingdom out of shame for you
But my blood runs deeper now—
I won’t be your lamb to slaughter
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[Chorus – layered vocals, orchestral drums]
The joke’s on you, I’ve felt the fire
They lit the match, now I rise higher
Bruised and burned, but still I breathe
So cry for Eve, don’t cry for me
History plays its twisted game
Paints her in guilt, erases the names
But ashes on her altar sing—
The joke’s on you
(The joke’s on you)
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[Verse 2 – darker tone, lower vocals]
Drag me to death like your cigarette
You’ll forget me, but not the threat
You strike the match, but I light the sky
Medusa’s stare in my mother’s cry
A crone, a witch, a siren lost
But never yours to crucify
You kissed the devil in her dress
Then cursed her when you wanted less
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[Bridge – whispering voices and building piano]
Legions of daughters rise in chains
We wear their scorn, inherit pain
Mothers curse mothers, and we repeat
The silent screams beneath the sheets
But now we laugh through shattered glass
Wear fake smiles like battle masks
You thought we’d break, you thought we’d bleed
But darling… now you’ll answer me
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[Final Chorus – full crescendo, powerful vocal delivery]
The joke’s on you, I’ve felt the fire
They lit the match, now I rise higher
Bruised and burned, but still I breathe
So cry for Eve, don’t cry for me
History calls us wicked things
But even demons grow their wings
Ashes on her altar sing—
The joke’s on you
(The joke’s on you…)
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[Outro – fading, soft piano and echoing harmonies]
Please don’t cry for your daughters, Eve
We’re learning now how not to grieve
The fire they fed will light our way
And you… will hear our names someday…
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