Lyrics:
She asked for relief so many times,
How could she possibly know
That her hands filled with sand
Would turn into deep sorrow
She lived a hundred lives
Had a thousand visions
She’s not a powerful witch
But her eyes could see beyond future
She listened, she talked but mostly she wrote
Trying to make the world a better place
That Oracle was pure and kind
But still refused to be a man’s wife
That’s when she learned that men
Who think they’re entitled for everything
Take all women for granted, as their pets.
That sealed her fate, trapping her in that body
She listened, she talked but mostly she wrote
Trying to make the world a better place
That Oracle was pure and kind
But still refused to be a man’s wife
She asked for relief so many times,
How could she possibly know
That her hands filled with sand
Would turn into deep sorrow
The curse had to be lived
The Sibyl omens to be seen
Her hate for men made fire of her words
Three out of nine books left :
Prophecies on fire
Miseries that could be stopped
Treasures lost forever
So she could prove how worth are women’s voices
But a Sibyl bows to no man.
And that Sibyl bowed to no king.