"Man’s Kind of Disgrace"

Verse 1
Born into the name, but they never knew the weight,
A hollow title carried by those who dominate.
Kings of the couch, crowned by their TV light,
While queens break themselves under endless night.
Pre-Chorus
They whisper rules that others must obey,
Like cracked mirrors reflecting their decay.
Take, take, take—they feed their endless greed,
Unworthy heirs of what respect truly needs.
Chorus
Not gentlemen, just shadows of the real,
They wear their power like rusted steel.
Respect’s a word they’ll never understand,
A fortress built on sinking sand.
Verse 2
Their hands don’t know the burn of work or grace,
Their tongues tear women down without a trace.
They sit atop a throne of empty lies,
While the world around them silently cries.
Pre-Chorus
They whisper rules that others must obey,
Like cracked mirrors reflecting their decay.
Take, take, take—they feed their endless greed,
Unworthy heirs of what respect truly needs.
Chorus
Not gentlemen, just shadows of the real,
They wear their power like rusted steel.
Respect’s a word they’ll never understand,
A fortress built on sinking sand.
Bridge
But women rise, against the weight they bear,
Carrying skies these cowards wouldn’t dare.
For every king who sinks into his throne,
There’s a queen reclaiming all that she’s owned.
Outro
Gnawed by their pride, these men will fall,
And true gentlemen will stand tall.
For hollow kings are bound to fade away,
When light breaks through their masquerade.

metal, industrial, electric bass, jazz saxophone, dark techno, tehno, edm, acid, male, studio (whit saxophone elements)