Khôl
A battle I never chose
Spent my life fighting for this voice
Line your eyes, sun will burn them
Flames won't divide women from men
My mind speaks a foreign language
Am I now allowed to learn it?
My quiet anger's raising the sand
A sudden fever, remember my name
Sold me to hell for a heaven seat
Your nightmare rises from my broken dreams
Tighten those veils, I won't shed a tear
My eyes have seen enough to get off my knees
How could I have known that
My Khôl's on me from the beginning
Break the mirrors, don't stop
Too late, it smudged on your fingertips
(My Khôl's on me from the beginning)
All the things you sacrificed
Our blood, your peace, my pride
Hide your eyes, run, I'll burn them
And win back the gold lost in your quicksand
I'm untied now, we can fight
The sand settled, my anger's loud
Tearless, nothing can ruin my Khôl
I'm building shelters with forbidden tools
Sold me to hell for a heaven seat
Your nightmare rises from my broken dreams
Tighten those veils, I won't shed a tear
I am finally ready to embrace me
How could I have known that
My Khôl's on me from the beginning
Break the mirrors, don't stop
Too late, it smudged on your fingertips
Obsessed over precise lines
Contours must be defined
Ruin what I can't wipe out
At least you're proud
Obsessed over precise lines
Contours must be defined
Ruin what I can't wipe out
At least you're proud
Spent my life fighting for this voice
Line your eyes, sun will burn them
Flames won't divide women from men
My mind speaks a foreign language
Am I now allowed to learn it?
My quiet anger's raising the sand
A sudden fever, remember my name
Sold me to hell for a heaven seat
Your nightmare rises from my broken dreams
Tighten those veils, I won't shed a tear
My eyes have seen enough to get off my knees
How could I have known that
My Khôl's on me from the beginning
Break the mirrors, don't stop
Too late, it smudged on your fingertips
(My Khôl's on me from the beginning)
All the things you sacrificed
Our blood, your peace, my pride
Hide your eyes, run, I'll burn them
And win back the gold lost in your quicksand
I'm untied now, we can fight
The sand settled, my anger's loud
Tearless, nothing can ruin my Khôl
I'm building shelters with forbidden tools
Sold me to hell for a heaven seat
Your nightmare rises from my broken dreams
Tighten those veils, I won't shed a tear
I am finally ready to embrace me
How could I have known that
My Khôl's on me from the beginning
Break the mirrors, don't stop
Too late, it smudged on your fingertips
Obsessed over precise lines
Contours must be defined
Ruin what I can't wipe out
At least you're proud
Obsessed over precise lines
Contours must be defined
Ruin what I can't wipe out
At least you're proud
Credits
Writer(s): Mehdi Bahmad
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