Skin as rich as the starlit night
Your rhythm is rebellion, your rhythm is rebellion (oh-oh)
Deep currents running in the rivers of your eyes
Your rhythm is rebellion, your rhythm is rebellion (oh-oh)
They spat on your crown and
Your rhythm is rebellion, your rhythm is rebellion (oh-oh)
Deep currents running in the rivers of your eyes
Your rhythm is rebellion, your rhythm is rebellion (oh-oh)
They spat on your crown and