We should make a black metal band called "Dalit"

[dimorphism]

It's cool music and it's aesthetic fits blackpill ideology

We can give ourselves lookist names like our usernames and write goofy song titles

@curlyheadjames basically already looks like a black metal artist

 

[Orc]

 

[the BULL]

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dark lookz forever

 

[Orc]

dark lookz forever

 

[Orc]

In the shadow of the Norwood Reaper's scythe, Baldness reigns, a relentless plight. Follicles wither, strands fall like rain, Metallic shears, the symphony of pain.

(Chorus) Norwood Reaper, relentless shearer, Harvesting locks, a scalp's dark era.Baldness creeping, a nocturnal terror,In the mirror's gaze, the reflection's error.

Verse 2: In the mirror's abyss, a barren wasteland, Once a mane's glory, now desolation's hand.Black Dahlia blooms in the garden of despair, Norwood Reaper's laughter fills the air.

(Chorus) Norwood Reaper, relentless shearer, Harvesting locks, a scalp's dark era. Baldness creeping, a nocturnal terror,In the mirror's gaze, the reflection's error.

Bridge: Guitar solo shreds through follicular echoes, Bald heads bang in the hairless meadows. No mercy, no respite, the Reaper's dance, A symphony of silence, a scalp's last chance.

(Chorus) Norwood Reaper, relentless shearer, Harvesting locks, a scalp's dark era. Baldness creeping, a nocturnal terror,In the mirror's gaze, the reflection's error.

Outro: As the echoes of shears fade into the night,Bald warriors rise, embracing the fight.In the kingdom of chrome, they stand tall,Defying the Reaper, resisting the fall.

 

[Orc]

(Verse 1) CANTHAL TILT, A TWISTED CURSE,MIRROR’S GRIP, A PAINFUL HEARSE.EYES ASKEW, DESIGN SO CRUEL,GENETIC DANCE, WHERE MISERY RULES.


(CHORUS) PREY EYES STARE INTO THE VOID,A FRACTURED SOUL, SUFFERING EMPLOYED.REFLECTION TORTURES, NO HOPE SURVIVES,IN THE SHADOWS, WHERE SUFFERING THRIVES.

 

[Orc]

MY ZENITH HASN'T COME, THE BULLET HITS MY DOME.ABOLISHED BY THE GODS, I DWELL THE EARTH, I DWELL THE FLOOR, THE SHELVES I CANNOT REACH.CRIPPLED BY MY STATURE, MY FIVE FOOT MALEDICTION.

 

[Deleted member 20399]

You might actually make it given ur location

 

[HeightPilledum]

It's cool music and it's aesthetic fits blackpill ideology

We can give ourselves lookist names like our usernames and write goofy song titles

@curlyheadjames basically already looks like a black metal artist
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(Verse 1) CANTHAL TILT, A TWISTED CURSE,MIRROR’S GRIP, A PAINFUL HEARSE.EYES ASKEW, DESIGN SO CRUEL,GENETIC DANCE, WHERE MISERY RULES.


(CHORUS) PREY EYES STARE INTO THE VOID,A FRACTURED SOUL, SUFFERING EMPLOYED.REFLECTION TORTURES, NO HOPE SURVIVES,IN THE SHADOWS, WHERE SUFFERING THRIVES.

dark lookz forever

 

[Orc]

VERSE 3 :IN THE TRENCHES OF THE NORWOOD WAR,BATTLE SCARS OF HAIRLINE, SEEN AFAR. THE NORWOOD REAPER, COLD AND GRIM,BUT BALD RESISTANCE, RISES WITHIN.

CHORUS: BALD DOMINION, CROWN OF STEEL,SCORCH THE EARTH, NO HAIR TO FEEL.METAL FURY, BARE AND BOLD, BOLDLY BALD, A STORY TOLD.

VERSE 4: AGAINST THE NORWOOD'S FIERCE ASSAULT,BOLD HEADS STAND, UNWAVERING, NEVER HALT.THE BATTLEFIELD OF SCALPS, A VAST FRONTIER, BALD WARRIORS RISE, WITHOUT FEAR.

CHORUS: BALD DOMINION, CROWN OF STEEL, SCORCH THE EARTH, NO HAIR TO FEEL.METAL FURY, BARE AND BOLD, BOLDLY BALD, A STORY TOLD.

BRIDGE :THE NORWOOD REAPER, A SHADOWY FIGURE, BALD RESILIENCE, GROWS BIGGER.IN THIS EPIC STRUGGLE, HEADS STAND TALL,BALD AND FEARLESS, AGAINST THE FALL.

CHORUS:BALD DOMINION, CROWN OF STEEL, SCORCH THE EARTH, NO HAIR TO FEEL.METAL FURY, BARE AND BOLD,BOLDLY BALD, A STORY TOLD.

OUTRO:WITH EACH SHAVED STRAND, A VICTORY CRY,BALDNESS CONQUERS, REACHES THE SKY. IN THE REALM OF WARRIORS, WHERE HEADS UNITE,BALD AND BRAVE, ETERNAL LIGHT.

 

[Orc]

Verse 1:
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Innocence ripped away, darkness unveiled,
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Indian souls marked by pain prevail.
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Balding heads, etched with silent screams,
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Blackpill's poison seeping through the seams.​

Chorus:
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Visions of despair, haunting our existence,
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Raging fires of anguish, relentless persistence.
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Through the depths of obsidian, we crawl,
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Shadows of desolation, fearing the fall.

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Verse 2:
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Like shattered glass, our hope is shattered,
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Metaphors of chaos, emotions scattered.
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An ancient curse, casting a grim spell,
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Bitter truths whispered through this hell.​

Pre-Chorus:
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Suffocating in this midnight gloom,
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Drowning in the void, consumed by doom.
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Our tears of blood stained on the floor,
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Drained souls craving release from this abhor.​

 

[Gonthar]

New idea for album cover:

 

[Orc]

Verse 1:
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In midnight's hour, the Norwood Reaper's reign begins,
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A curse befalling man, as strands wither and thin.
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Follicular death, the bitter truth bestowed,
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As balding acres emerge, the torment wildly shows.
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Chorus:
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Embrace the ravages, let the darkness name your fear,
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Scythe of despair carving paths, shedding countless tears.
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Freefall into this abyss, where mirrors gasp and lie,
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Beneath the shadow's cloak, where bald men often sigh.
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Verse 2:
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Witness the cathedral of hair, now crumbling and decayed,
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Strands of virtue undone, in follicular dismay.
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A graveyard of lost manes, crispy remnants left behind,
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Like fire-stricken fields, laying barren, undefined.
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Bridge:
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Like thorns digging deep within the scalp,
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This loss we bear, relentless, no respite, no help.
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The soul mirrors the mirror, reflecting empty stares,
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The crown's absence screams, in nakedness it dares.
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Chorus:
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Embrace the ravages, let the darkness name your fear,
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Scythe of despair carving paths, shedding countless tears.
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Freefall into this abyss, where mirrors gasp and lie,
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Beneath the shadow's cloak, where bald men often sigh.
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Verse 3:
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Raw skin exposed, vulnerability revealed,
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A metaphor for aging, time's grip unrepealed.
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But hidden strength arises, from this shrouded plight,
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A phoenix's ascent, burning towards the light.
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Outro:
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Accept the Norwood Reaper's scathing thrust,
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For behind this anguish, resilience combusts.
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In follicular death, a rebirth awaits,
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Embrace the ravages, conquer the Balding Gates.​

 

[dimorphism]

Verse 1:​

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In midnight's hour, the Norwood Reaper's reign begins,​

​

A curse befalling man, as strands wither and thin.​

​

Follicular death, the bitter truth bestowed,​

​

As balding acres emerge, the torment wildly shows.​

​

Chorus:​

​

Embrace the ravages, let the darkness name your fear,​

​

Scythe of despair carving paths, shedding countless tears.​

​

Freefall into this abyss, where mirrors gasp and lie,​

​

Beneath the shadow's cloak, where bald men often sigh.​

​

Verse 2:​

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Witness the cathedral of hair, now crumbling and decayed,​

​

Strands of virtue undone, in follicular dismay.​

​

A graveyard of lost manes, crispy remnants left behind,​

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Like fire-stricken fields, laying barren, undefined.​

​

Bridge:​

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Like thorns digging deep within the scalp,​

​

This loss we bear, relentless, no respite, no help.​

​

The soul mirrors the mirror, reflecting empty stares,​

​

The crown's absence screams, in nakedness it dares.​

​

Chorus:​

​

Embrace the ravages, let the darkness name your fear,​

​

Scythe of despair carving paths, shedding countless tears.​

​

Freefall into this abyss, where mirrors gasp and lie,​

​

Beneath the shadow's cloak, where bald men often sigh.​

​

Verse 3:​

​

Raw skin exposed, vulnerability revealed,​

​

A metaphor for aging, time's grip unrepealed.​

​

But hidden strength arises, from this shrouded plight,​

​

A phoenix's ascent, burning towards the light.​

​

Outro:​

​

Accept the Norwood Reaper's scathing thrust,​

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For behind this anguish, resilience combusts.​

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In follicular death, a rebirth awaits,​

​

Embrace the ravages, conquer the Balding Gates.​

Damn you really into the idea

 

[Orc]

Damn you really into the idea

actually I already spend hours writing balding themed metal a while back.

Verse 1:​

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Flesh of fire, strands of despair,​

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A battle untamed, a crown stripped bare.​

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Enter the stage, behold the scene,​

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Where follicular death reigns supreme.​

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Chorus:​

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The Norwood Reaper creeps, relentless in his stride,​

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Each shattered strand a testament to our pride.​

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Balding in the shadows, a tormented souls' plight,​

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Facing a mirror, where darkness consumes the light.​

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Verse 2:​

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A waning moon weeps, as hope hits its decline,​

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Within the blood-soaked trench, where follicles intertwine.​

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Scalp transformed into barren wasteland,​

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As the Norwood Reaper claims his morbid hand.​

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Bridge:​

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Gaze into the abyss, where hair once grew,​

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See echoes of youth vanish into the blue.​

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Like a coffin lid closing, sealing mortal fate,​

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Balding's grip tightens, sealing our somber state.​

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Chorus:​

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The Norwood Reaper creeps, relentless in his stride,​

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Each shattered strand a testament to our pride.​

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Balding in the shadows, a tormented souls' plight,​

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Facing a mirror, where darkness consumes the light.​

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Verse 3:​

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As dreams erode like decayed petals fall,​

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Our identity withers, as curse befalls.​

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Carcinogenic whispers echo through the void,​

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Leaving shattered souls damaged and destroyed.​

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Outro:​

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In this symphony of follicular melancholy,​

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Silent screams mesh with eyelids that bleed,​

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We embrace the tragedy, no redemption to seek,​

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For in this merciless void, only darkness shall speak.​

 

[Orc]

Verse 1:
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Twisted souls, born of darkness, here they reside,
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A recessed fate, where hope and light subside,
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Incels in their chambers, fed by bitter disdain,
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Bitterness, a poison that fuels their vicious pain.
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Pre-Chorus:
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In the crevices of their minds, darkness proliferates,
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Twisting their humanity into vile, venomous states,
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Submerged in a sea of vengeful obscurity,
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They thrive in their wretched, twisted impurity.
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Chorus:
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This is the song of subhumanity,
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A lament for souls lost to depravity,
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Visceral terrors shape their insidious plight,
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In the depths of their despair, they ignite.
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Verse 2:
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Dwelling in dungeons of putrid despair,
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Incels wear their hate with a sinister glare,
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A barren wasteland, a barren soul,
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No empathy, no love, an abyss taking its toll.
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Pre-Chorus:
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They are the echoes of an unspeakable pain,
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Feeding off each other, their minds forever stained,
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In silence, they nurse their loathing 'til it's potent,
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Their twisted fate, now an obsession, a dark component.
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Chorus:
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This is the song of subhumanity,
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A lament for souls lost to depravity,
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Visceral terrors shape their insidious plight,
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In the depths of their despair, they ignite.
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Bridge:
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The shadowy metaphors weave a tale of doom,
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Their hearts a black void, consuming all that's bloom,
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In the mirrors of their minds, distorted reflection,
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Fueling their discontent, breeding insurrection.
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Verse 3:
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Their words, like daggers, tear through flesh,
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Lashing out, their vile beliefs enmesh,
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A twisted romance between hatred and despair,
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Incels, lost in labyrinthine nightmares.
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Pre-Chorus:
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Their fate, like a vortex, sucking them ever deeper,
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Fueling their delusions as they spiral steeper,
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Incel subculture, an embodiment of decay,
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Leading them down a dark path with no way.
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Chorus:
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This is the song of subhumanity,
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A lament for souls lost to depravity,
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Visceral terrors shape their insidious plight,
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In the depths of their despair, they ignite.
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Outro:
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But amidst the darkness, we must rise,
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Reject their poison, break free from their lies,
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Illuminate the world with love and unity,
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For twisted subhumanity shall never define our destiny.​