Στοίχοι: Ani DiFranco. Fierce Flawless.

She was cuffed to the truth like the truth was a chair with a bright interrogation
Light in her eyes, and her conscience with a cigarette just stood there,
Waiting for her to crack, waiting for her to cry.
They scampered through the room like a roach across a wall.
Yeah, they made her skin sore.
Yeah, they made her skin crawl.
They said, "we got this confession. we just need for you to sign.
Why don't you just cooperate?
Make this easier on us all?
Make this easier on us all...
Just make this easier on us all."
There was light and then there was darkness.
And there was no line in between.
And asking her heart for guidance was like pleading with a machine.
Yeah, cause joy it has its own justice and my dreams are languid and lawless.
And everything bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is flawless...
When it is fierce... when it is flawless..."
On the table were two zip-loc baggies containing her eyes and her smile.
They said we're keeping these as evidence until this thing goes to trial.
Meanwhile anguish was fingering solace in another room down the hall.
Both were love's accomplices but solace took the fall.
Now look at her book of days, it's the same on every page.
She's got a little tin cup with her heart in it to bang along the bars of her rib cage...
To bang along the bars of her rib cage...
There was light and then there was darkness.
And there was no line in between.
And asking her heart for guidance was like pleading with a machine.
Cause joy it has its own justice and my dreams are made with all of us.
They said "everything bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is flawless...
When it is fierce...
When it is flawless..."
Fierce...
Flawless...