Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You tell us there is nothing left,
no room to breathe, no room to bend.
Another cut, another speech,
another lesson you can preach.
Work a little harder, pay the price,
sacrifice is your advice.
But when the anger reaches you,
suddenly the rules are new.
[Pre-Chorus]
You wanted people tough as stone,
to carry every weight alone.
But one hard question hits the screen—
and suddenly you’re feeling seen.
[Chorus]
Mi-Mi-Mi — is the truth too loud?
Mi-Mi-Mi — when it comes from the crowd?
You can point your finger down below,
but don’t like arrows coming home.
Mi-Mi-Mi — now criticism hurts?
Funny how it changes when the tables turn.
You told us all to toughen up—
so tell me, Chancellor…
why can’t you?
[Verse 2]
Families counting every cent,
wondering where the money went.
The sick, the tired, the unemployed
turned into headlines to exploit.
“Work harder.”
“Ask for less.”
“Everyone must do their best.”
But billions move from hand to hand,
while empty pockets understand.
[Pre-Chorus]
Democracy was never made
to keep the powerful unafraid.
If you can choose who bears the pain,
then you can hear them say your name.
[Chorus]
Mi-Mi-Mi — is the truth too loud?
Mi-Mi-Mi — when it comes from the crowd?
You can point your finger down below,
but don’t like arrows coming home.
Mi-Mi-Mi — now criticism hurts?
Funny how it changes when the tables turn.
You told us all to toughen up—
so tell me, Chancellor…
why can’t you?
[Bridge]
No throne.
No crown.
No sacred ground.
You’re not above the people’s sound.
No royal walls to hide behind,
no privilege from questioning minds.
If doctors fear for children’s lives,
if parents ask who pays the price,
they have the right to make it known—
democracy is not your throne.
[Breakdown]
You said:
“Be stronger.”
“Work harder.”
“Complain less.”
“Give more.”
Then someone questions what YOU do—
Too harsh?
Too personal?
Too much?
Oh…
Mi. Mi. Mi.
[Final Chorus]
MI-MI-MI — can you hear us now?
MI-MI-MI — getting louder from the crowd!
You wanted people strong enough
to swallow every bitter cut.
MI-MI-MI — democracy bites back,
and criticism isn’t an attack.
If you demand that we stay tough,
then Mr. Chancellor—
YOU TOUGHEN UP.
[Outro]
No crown.
No immunity.
No silence.
Just accountability.
And when the people answer back…
Mi.
Mi.
Mi.
Style
dark cinematic rockfierce female vocalsarcastic mimimi hookdriving drumsheavy guitarsexplosive chorusno rapenglish
Credits
Prompt by
Evourin
EvourinGeneratedAug 28, 2026
ModelZona