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.

Some lyrics from Whitehouse:

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?*

More @ http://lyrics.wikia.com/wiki/Whitehouse

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.