Fuck the Cistem is a queer, trans anthem of survival and refusal — a sharp, furious excavation of what it means to exist in a world that erases, punishes, and commodifies bodies that fall outside cisnormative definitions. Blending spoken word ferocity, industrial beats, and a raw lyrical cadence, the track moves like a slow-burning detonation — not simply expressing anger, but weaponizing it.
The lyrics carve a landscape of precarity: living in the grey zone under the rainbow, having absence inscribed in your ID, being hidden in plain sight like a salted wound. Identity here is not a fixed point but a contested terrain — “there was no place for me, there is no place for me, there will be no place for me” — a repeated refrain that becomes a ritual of mourning and defiance.
Fuck the CisTem dismantles both the expectation of assimilation and the aesthetics of respectability. It speaks through the voice of a trans in trance, a faggoty nonbinary being, a stateless stealth body — invoking not only gender rebellion but a full-scale insurgency against national, linguistic, and bodily borders.
The track reaches its climax through the figure of the contrawoman with an antiphallus — a radical, grotesque, potent embodiment that resists phallic structures of power, refuses the norms of passing, refuses apology, and reclaims monstrosity as a mode of transcendence. This is not a story of assimilation. It’s a declaration of gender apocalypse: “I announce their end with my crotch.”
The musical architecture of Fuck the Cistem mirrors its political urgency: abrasive, minimalist, relentless. There is no softening, no comforting chorus, no offering of redemption. Instead, the track delivers a direct assault on the cis-structured world that demands trans bodies perform palatability or vanish. The mantra “fuck and don’t be afraid” becomes more than a hook — it becomes a survival tactic.
This is not music made to make the margins palatable to the center. This is not a plea. It’s an assault. It’s a hymn for the bodies that survive by refusing to fit. It’s a scream from the edge — and a refusal to step back.
In Fuck the Cistem, visibility is not framed as triumph but as confrontation. Transness is not offered as spectacle but as insurgency. The trans body — bruised, ecstatic, fragmented, laughing, raging — becomes both prophecy and threat. A threat to gender order. A threat to sanitized fantasies of inclusion. A threat to the myth that survival must look like gratitude.
This is transness unfiltered, unsilenced, ungovernable. This is queer rage turned into survival noise. This is a prayer without forgiveness. This is a revolution of the flesh.
we live in the grey zone
under the rainbow, in the half-light
an ID stamped with a lack of proof for existence
a nightmare on cis street
an element from the margins of gender
there was no place, there is no place, there will be no place for me, for you
there was no place, there is no place, there will be no place for me, for you
fuck the cis-tem
fuck it and don’t be afraid
we live in the grey zone
inside the forgery of someone else’s truth
in an image etched into our bodies by foreign eyes
hidden in plain sight
a fucking thorn in their eye
there was no place, there is no place, there will be no place for me, for you
there was no place, there is no place, there will be no place for me, for you
fuck the cis-tem
i am a trans in trance
a faggoty nonbinary being
assigned polish at birth
stateless, living in stealth mode
life is like a transvestite:
everything seems pretty and perfect — until suddenly… fuck
i announce their gender apocalypse
i ruin their world order with my crotch
do i corrupt or do i transcend?
i am a contrawoman with an antiphallus
i don’t negotiate my right to exist
i am shamelessly here — that’s how i revolt
i lie down in my body and reclaim it
i am a contrawoman with an antiphallus
i keep making choices i was never given
this foreign body will not estrange itself
i’ll smuggle myself out from between their selves
i am a contrawoman with an antiphallus
passing simply doesn’t suit me
i won’t apologize, i won’t say thank you
and no, and fuck it, and amen, and i’ll pass
i am a contrawoman with an antiphallus
i am a contrawoman with an antiphallus
i am a contrawoman with an antiphallus
i am a contrawoman with an antiphallus
i am a contrawoman
fuck the cis-tem