Where I Can Fucking Breathe
by Marol
About this track
Born behind a paywall life (before I could choose) Raised to smile, trained to lie (they call it polite) Freedom’s just a brand they sell And I was choking by design (no accident) Met my people through a screen Felt more real than kings and queens We’re all ghosts in rented space Told to love this rusted cage (not today) They say “money can’t buy peace” (tell that to the rich) But I’ve sold my time for nothing And bled just to exist Try dreaming big in a quiet cell (echoes don’t build) Try being human in this hell (it breaks you) I wanna break the wires (watch me burn) Wanna burn their choir (hear me now) Build a fire where the liars freeze With the freaks and friends who still believe (still here) I don’t want gold I just want a soul That dares to scream and dares to bleed Just one fucking place — Where I can fucking breathe (breathe…) I don’t want your luxury war I want dirt beneath my door A broken fence, a firelight Where no one begs to earn their right (or prove their worth) I got a dream so loud it hurts They tried to patent every word But I’ll scream until my lungs give out (not for sale) Even if no one lets me out (still free) We’re already in their prison They just painted it with pride So we build walls inside the walls (to fucking think) Not to hide — but to survive We carve a space where thoughts can live Where truth cuts deep and joy forgives They call us mad — let them speak (madness sees clear) This is the only way we breathe Come with me (right now) We’ll build a wall (of fire and songs) Not to shut them out But to feel at all Why? Because their walls make us sick Because their walls make us numb Because if we don’t build something real (then we’re already gone) I wanna break the wires (I will) Wanna burn their choir (sing louder) Build a fire where the liars freeze With the freaks and friends who still believe I don’t need gold I just want a soul That dares to scream and dares to bleed Just one fucking place — Where I can fucking breathe (breathe… and mean it) And if they tear it down tomorrow… If they bury us beneath… We still lived — Where we could fucking breathe (even if just once)