I know of an interesting 80s industrial band (the pioneers of power electronics, a genre dedicated towards political activism vs 'dance'-tunes) and I'm sure many men will love the lyrics. William Benneth - a Brit - himself, uses his music and lyrics, including NLP techniques to postulate the rampance of feminism which were especially prominent in the UK in the 80s and furthermore now.
Why You Never Became A Dancer
Can I suggest you:
Get fucked
While you lie about child-molesting gropes
And parkbench flashers and pervert creeps
And anal virginity and polaroid snaps
And verbal abuse and bathroom rapes
I don't know how well you can:
Remember your own pointless glue-sniffing adolescence
That fumbling floppy sex
In between fags
Those pathetic fistfights
All those pathetic petty thefts
And this and that and this and that and this and that
And every other fucking Adidas-clichéd cringe
Can I suggest you:
Pose
While you take another frantic glance at your shopwindow reflection
Ensuring the stinking lie is maintained
Because that's the difference between you
Yes, that's the difference between you
You'll let a leering scumbag beerdrinking rat
Raise your nostrils for a close-up smell
Of fingertip nicotine and animal fat
And force an open dead mouth
Lap up ounces of semichem sweat
So can you feel that:
Would be a truly truly disgusting thing?
And that's the difference between me
I'll open the package
I'll watch the show
I'll enjoy perfectly well-made art
I'll get in line behind stupidity
I'll let you lie through your teeth
I'll make you feel special
I'll not pick out the mistakes in public
I'll just put it down to passion
And feigned memory lapse
What did you want to be when you grow up?
Certainly not raped
That's the difference between you
A drunk? A drug addict
A motherly protector of the young?
Another bed-staining cunt?
A child molestor that needs to be told?
Or just a craven lust-driven artist
Channelling confusion and fear
Into a sickly limp repetitive craft
Yes, that's the difference between you
You'll act late and surprised
You say you loved sex?
You'll love being hated for the act
The filthier the abuse and the desperate underage details
The fatter the payback
So rather than just listen
Be altered by what's been said
Now that's the difference between me
I'll show you emotional truth
I'll show you the fucking source
I'll show you yet another fucking liar
And this is for the you
I'll show you that something that makes you:
Feel different
Feel special
I'll give you:
Thoughts
Images
Sounds
I'll give the you something
Even more interesting than the last one
And I'll tell you why it's the best one yet
And then you can look back on it all
And say:
This is the best thing that ever happened to me
And see:
Why you never became a dancer
A Cunt Like You
I REALLY LOATHE VULGARITY, SO COMMON
YOUR DISGRACEFUL CELLULITIS
YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN
FUCKING STEREOTYPE
YOU TAKE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU ACHE JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU BREAK JUST LIKE A CUNT
LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF BEING ALIVE
YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING BAT, YOU OLD SLUT
I REALLY LOATHE VULGARITY, SO COMMON
YOUR DISGRACEFUL CELLULITIS
YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN
CUNT
FUCKING STEREOTYPE
FUCKING STEREOTYPE
YOU TAKE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU ACHE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU FUCKING STEREOTYPE
LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF BEING ALIVE, CUNT
LOOK AT YOURSELF, CUNT
WRAP UP
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER
YOU'RE A FUCKING MESS
SAY IT
YOU'RE A FUCKING MESS
YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE
CUNT
YOU TAKE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU ACHE JUST LIKE A CUNT
WRAP UP
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER
YOU'RE A FUCKING MESS
YOU'RE A FUCKING MESS
YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE
WRAP UP
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER
YOU'RE A FUCKING MESS
YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE
YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE
YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE
YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE
CUNT
AND YOU'RE SAYING NOTHING HAPPENED?
YOU TAKE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU ACHE JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU BREAK JUST LIKE A CUNT
A CUNT LIKE YOU
YOU FUCKING STEREOTYPE
LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF BEING ALIVE
[...]
YOU TAKE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU ACHE JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU BREAK JUST LIKE A CUNT
A CUNT LIKE YOU YOU FUCKING STEREOTYPE
LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF BEING ALIVE
LOOK AT YOURSELF, CUNT
CUNT
YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE, CUNT
YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING BAT, YOU OLD SLUT
I REALLY LOATHE VULGARITY, SO COMMON
YOUR DISGRACEFUL CELLULITIS
YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN, CUNT
YOU FUCKING STEREOTYPE
YOU TAKE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU ACHE JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU BREAK JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU FUCKING STEREOTYPE
YOU TAKE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU ACHE JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU BREAK JUST LIKE A CUNT
LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF BEING ALIVE, CUNT
LOOK AT YOURSELF, CUNT
WRAP UP
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER
YOU'RE A FUCKING MESS
SAY IT
YOU'RE A FUCKING MESS
YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE
CUNT
YOU FUCKING STEREOTYPE
YOU TAKE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
YOU ACHE JUST LIKE A CUNT
CUNT FUCKS JUST LIKE A CUNT
NOTHING HAPPENED?
WHILE THAT DOG LOOKS AT YOU
HE'S GLANCING AT THAT SNATCH OF WIDENING CLEAVAGE
WIZENING OLD TIT
ATTRACTION?
YOU MUST BE FUCKING JOKING CUNT
YOU MUST BE FUCKING JOKING CUNT
YOU MUST BE FUCKING JOKING CUNT
AND AS FOR THOSE RIDICULOUS SHOES...
ALWAYS TOO MUCH PERFUME
ALWAYS TOO MUCH PLASTER
YES, THAT DOG LOOKS AT YOU
IN FASCINATED REPULSION
EVEN HIS DISGUSTING HALF-ERECTION IS DISGUSTED
YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE, CUNT
AND STILL YOU'RE SAYING NOTHING HAPPENED?
WHILE THAT DOG LOOKS AT YOU
HE'S GLANCING AT THAT SNATCH OF WIDENING CLEAVAGE
WIZENING OLD TIT
ATTRACTION?
YOU MUST BE FUCKING JOKING CUNT
AND AS FOR THOSE RIDICULOUS SHOES...
ALWAYS TOO MUCH PERFUME
ALWAYS TOO MUCH PLASTER
YES, THAT DOG LOOKS AT YOU
IN FASCINATED REPULSION
EVEN HIS DISGUSTING HALF-ERECTION IS DISGUSTED
BECAUSE NOTHING IN THE WORLD COULD POSSIBLY COMPARE
TO HOLDING
HIS SWEET LITTLE DAUGHTER'S HAND
COULD IT?
CUNT
Cut Hands Has The Solution
Hey, knuckle-nicks
I'll tell you:
It's helping
I'll tell you:
You're doing the right thing
I can see you're used
And I don't know where you've been
But I do know past failures still haunt you
Thoughtless slow remarks you later regret
It's hard to own up and take the blame
For being a nervous gibbering wreck
So go on be a careless fucking onlooker
So you can sit and not-think about pain
I know about gasping attacks and mirror-blood
I know about shitbags and shame
I know a fuckload more than you realise
A fuck of a lot more than you think
I know why you can take a kiss
But not a bone-count hug
I know you bite your fat banana fingernails
And I know why you'd need to shave
I know you're a slow fussy pathetic eater
And I know you don't sleep much
But I'll still tell you:
It's helping
And I'll still tell you:
You're doing the right thing
Question: did you ever hurt yourself to make somebody sorry?
How often do you pretend to be sick?
You ever wanted something very much but never told anybody about it?
Are you such a slug you can't live without a fucking sundae?
You ever made a bit too much fuss over your cuts?
Yes, the cutting will be quite dramatic
If you get the crisscross slit right
And show an exposed piece of bone
Ready for harvest
And in a few seconds' time:
In a drop of anal red the poison
And your totally disgusting diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body
Continues to react
Till mere days after the cutting
The cancer says well hello
In between fairground muscle twitches
And clearly white scaly shit
Tinkerboy says burnt it out
The little cunt doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about
And just weeks after the cutting
You really don't know
How well can you imagine
How soon cheap tears are forgotten
Because there's no wasted kleenex or sympathy
Nobody would give a fucking toss
For a quasi-glamour of your symptoms
For your Russell's sign
And for your atrocious sleepless lucidity
Because what if they were provoked?
It's prefectness and it's all there
No more pointless trawling through self-helped books for triggering examples
No more daytime trash or drunken wisdom
At first it seems not to be working
Til you get that imitation of danger
That means you can no longer convince yourself it's not working
More and more and more
So right now would be a good time for blackmail
Who have you ever tried to make guilty?
Have you ever told on anyone?
What somebody has told you not to tell
My question: I said have you ever told on anyone?
Yet I'll tell you:
It's helping
And I'll tell you:
You're doing the right thing
More and more you wonder if anyone really gives a fuck
Do you sometimes feel that:
You talk too much
You don't listen enough
Do you admit to letting others push you around?
Who's pushing you around now?
Who's hitting on you now?
Who's the pervert hitting on you now, kuckle-nicks?
Has he successfully perverted an ethic?
Has he destroyed a doll body?
I'll show you what's it like not to have hands
And I'll show you how to hold on tight
I'll show you how to piss on your own bedclothes
And sit in a closet
You'll learn to sweat while unconscious
And I'll show you the electric stick
You'll learn about the kitty-cut
Before the privilege of seeing your own blood
I'll let you suck brown-brown and clairil
So you know how papa's so brave
I'll show you the wide-awake nightmare
And now you can buy some fucking fear
So new question: can you:
Spot a person who's like me?
Can you:
Imagine a difference between their body and yours?
Can you:
Imagine a person who looks like me?
Could you:
Spot a person who looks unlike you?
Can you:
Spot a person who's how you want to be?
Can you:
Imagine a person who you'd never want to be?
Transferring people is a fucking degrading thing to do to them
And one day the you'll understand that
One day the you'll understand that:
Cut hands has the solution
We'll feed you to every hungry bird
We'll feed you to every starving animal
And we'll let them eat fat till they're full
And will let them drink blood till they're drunk
As I tell you:
It's helping
While I tell you:
You're doing the right thing
Philosophy
Just like your father
Just like your mother
What sort of example do you think you're setting?
Do you talk that way to your sister?
Does cunt talk that way to your sister?
So why'd you say that?
You know you can't get away with that
You know what's coming to you now, don't you?
Coming to cunt
I just can't believe you did that
You cunt, you fucking cunt
Who do you think you are?
Who the hell do you think you are?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
You stupid fucking cunt
Do you talk that way to your sister?
Would you talk that way to your momma? Eh?
Come on, cunt, do you talk that way to your momma?
Do you talk that way to your momma?
Didn't she teach you any manners?
Look at me and say you're sorry, cunt
Cunt says sorry
Cunt's gonna say sorry
You're nothing
Cunt's nothing
Zero
Just remind yourself
Remember you're fat
Remember you're stupid
Remember you're ugly
Just like your fucking mother
Just like your fucking father
Have you got a good view?
Fat, stupid and ugly
A fat, stupid, ugly cunt
Are you remembering that?
You fucking cunt
I really can't believe you did that
You vulgar, common, coarse piece of shit
Your hanging and sick wobbly meat flab
Flabby folds your flesh
You're a disgrace
You're a total disgrace
And where's your fucking decorum?
Yes, decorum, where is your fucking decorum?
Cunt's fucking decorum
You fucking cunt
Just like your fucking mother
And just like your fucking father
See that?
What's that over there?
Yes, cunt, that's a door
I just want you to look at the door
Now I'm a really positive person
But you don't know what can happen from day to day
As you think about it in your mind
If I walked out that fucking door
And the door closed
And as it closed
It slammed shut
And no matter what you did
No matter what you fucking did
You could not open the door
And you knew you could never look into my eyes again
Hear my voice again
Feel my touch again
You're right, you know
About that door
You really shouldn't think about it
A huge mistake to fucking think about
You don't have to think about the door
It makes you feel uncomfortable
Doesn't it?
I know it does
You don't have to feel like that
It's distressing
It's really distressing
A terrible think happened
My friend was stabbed in the street
By some drunk
Dead before he arrived at the hospital
Wouldn't it be terrible?
Think about it
Even if you could get that door opened
And you were to search
You could never find me again
You will never be able to see me again
You will never be able to hear my voice again
Feel my touch again
You'll never be able
All that fun we had together
The great times we had together
The coast
The night-time
The hotel
The journey home
Even if you were to open that door
You would search but you could never find
You're nothing
Cunt's nothing
Zero
Just remind yourself
Remember you're fat
Remember you're stupid
Remember you're ugly
Fat, stupid and ugly
Just remember that
And also remember life's tragedies
Think about them
I still think about it
You see that door?
You see that door?
You see that door?
You see that door?
Cunt, do you see that fucking door?*
Now please be not shy to post lyrics, songs or thoughts in postulation of these lyrics, because I have so much more. Unfortunately it's the media and heir egregious portrayal of feminazi lyricism and expression that derails and contaminates the mind of youth and the masses into subliminally accepting - without self-reflection - the false idea that men are lower than crickets whilst women are goddesses.
Share your lyrics, songs, ideas or anything, please. Music is a powerful language unbridled by the ambiguity of semantics that have so impetuously infested the minds of this (de)generation. So let us celebrate being the real wolves fighting the wolves in sheep's clothes (hollywood and lada gag-ahs).
Peace & May equilibrium finally triumph.
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