You know what sister? Fuck Your Mary!!!

High-energy percussive rage anthem in a dark chamber musical, launching immediately after a massive cinematic drum hit, tempo fast and driving around 104–112 bpm, built on aggressive stomp rhythms, hand claps, wooden bench strikes, and low frame drum with sharp accents, minimal harmony at first to spotlight a fiery mezzo vocal delivered with biting articulation and rhythmic precision; melody punchy and syncopated with spoken-sung attitude in verses and a bold, chantable hook in the refrain, instrumentation gritty and raw (cello playing rhythmic chops, upright bass pulsing, harmonium stabs for tension), dynamics escalating through stacked percussion rather than lush orchestration, tone rebellious, witty, irreverent, and defiant rather than chaotic, with sharp dynamic drops for sarcastic punchlines and explosive drum accents reinforcing moments of confrontation., female vocals

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Lyrics

You know what sister? Fuck Your Mary!!! (HUGE DRUM HIT) Oh, I’ve bent enough for heaven. I’ve bowed enough for show. You want another prayer from me? Here’s one you didn’t know: Hail the girl who won’t go quiet. Hail the mouth you cannot tame. Hail the sinner who gets louder Every time you speak her name. You say kneel. I say stand. You say shame. I say whore! You say holy. I say who decides? You say sinner. I say look in your own eyes. You polish up your statues, You paint the women mild. You worship silent mothers And then you curse the child. You love a virgin frozen. You love a haloed head. You love her best when she is Too afraid to raise it. Well I am not your porcelain. I am not your prayer. I am not your trembling Folded in a chair. Three Hail Marys? For what crime? For being loud? For taking time? For asking why Your God needs girls To shrink and scrub And choke on pearls? You slap my face— Congratulations. Another saintly demonstration. Is that the mercy? Is that the grace? Or just a habit Worn like lace? I will not kneel For borrowed guilt. I will not bleed For walls you built. If heaven wants me On the floor, Heaven better Break the door. Hail the girl Who bites her tongue— No more. I’ve bitten long enough. Hail the girl Who won’t be sweet— No more. I’ve swallowed quite enough. You want a saint? Find someone smaller. You want devotion? Make it holler. You want obedience? Buy a stone. But I am flesh— And I am not Your throne. tell me sister what of your priest who feigns the cloak whilst forcing his way between our purity. tell me sister what of your soul that’s sold to protect a man who steals all he can tell me sister how would fucking Mary feel about you?