**\[Intro, spoken\]**  
And so he steps onto the stage, pompous like the ruler of the universe, enamored with the self-adoring image of a black mirror of ruin. 

**\[Verse\]**

There he stands — the king of all machos upon his usurped throne of lies,

his chest puffed with pride, mocked by the applause of his own footsteps.

He speaks in exclamation marks, thinks in brain farts from a bygone age and calls it leadership.

Bound by chains of fool’s gold, he walks the path of toxically masculine smallness.

He says: “I am a man among men.”

And quietly the mirror of merciless reality laughs. 

**\[Bridge\]**

His throne made of hot air, standing upon the pedestal of ignorance.

Ruling a realm of grotesque illusion.

He gathers defenseless women like trophies of glass, admires their surface, casts them aside when the shine fades.

He laughs the loudest when he does not understand.

Imprisoned in the prison of his small mind—

but the dungeon walls do not answer. 

**\[Verse 2\]**

Strong women he calls difficult.

Intelligent men he calls arrogant.

A king of fools, he mistakes control for strength,

submission for love, dominance for greatness.

Yet when watchful eyes no longer admire him, his empire trembles.

The throne wobbles, the crown of simple vanities falls. 

**\[Chorus\]**

He says: “I am a man among men.”

And quietly the mirror of merciless reality laughs. 

\[Bridge\]

He needs the applause so he does not hear himself.

The crowd must admire him so he does not see what lies within.

Him — the king of false shine and hollow glory,

Him — who walks in the pale light of archaic masculine delusion,

Him — the king whose reign is made only of deceit and illusion. 

**\[Verse 3\]**

One sentence, just a single sentence

from a woman, from a true man,

clear as glass—

and his smile tears apart.

One thought,

just a single thought

from someone

who sees through the façade.

And the king becomes the court jester.

A real danger,

one that demands true courage—

and his bravery melts like snow in the Sahara. 

**\[Chorus\]**

He says: “I am a man among men.”

And quietly the mirror of merciless reality laughs. 

**\[Bridge\]**

A hero of beer-haze nights,

a ruler of empty slogans.

He trembles before intelligence like the devil before holy water.

So he sits upon his borrowed throne of lies,

doomed to fall in the light of truth. 

**\[Verse 4\]**

He is no monster.

He is only a foolish boy in the body of an echo.

He wants to rule without mind, without greatness.

To press down the weak for the sake of his own glory.

To dominate through fear and mockery.

He, the loudest man in the room—

he, an empty shell in deceptive wrapping. 

**\[Outro, spoken\]**  
So he leaves the stage with a roar, a pitiful wretch who wishes to be a king—  
a tyrant born of ignorance.

 **© 2026 Q.A.Juyub alias Aldhar Ibn Beju**

The Macho King