The Ugly

[Intro] (Instrumental: Ominous synth pads, distant whispers, heavy bass drops) [Verse 1] A shadow walks the alleyways, the moon won’t show its face, His silhouette’s a nightmare draped in leather, skin, and lace. Scars map his cheeks like cracks in stone, his jawline’s twisted wrong, Eyes like coal, a hollowed soul—the world sings his death song. They say he’s fifty winters deep, but time don’t heal these grooves, A face that froze the reaper’s grin, a curse the gods approved. Kids dash when he limps by, their laughter turns to screams, He’s the ghost they scribble red in their childhood’s fever dreams. [Chorus] Mask of flesh, b***d, and bone, a portrait carved in dread, The mirror cracks when he walks past, his name’s the “Ugly” spread. Life’s a stage, but he’s the crutch—the crowd won’t let him speak, Just a man beneath the monster, with a heart too bruised to weep. [Verse 2] He once loved a woman’s touch, but her hands turned to ice, Said, “Your kiss is like a graveyard—I can’t pay that price.” Now he hums a lullaby to rats beneath the bridge, His symphony of silence, broken by the sirens’ ridge. The city’s got a thousand eyes, but none dare meet his stare, He’s the fable that the wind tells to the cracks in concrete stairs. They paint him as a demon, but the truth’s a darker tune: A man who lost the genetic dice, baptized in the womb. [Bridge] (Whispers echo) *”Freak… monster… run…”* His reflection’s a w*r zone, his soul’s the loaded g*n. The years gnaw like rats, but the scars—they don’t age, He’s the punchline of the cosmos, trapped in flesh’s cage. [Chorus] Mask of flesh, b***d, and bone, a portrait carved in dread, The mirror cracks when he walks past, his name’s the “Ugly” spread. Life’s a stage, but he’s the crutch—the crowd won’t let him speak, Just a man beneath the monster, with a heart too bruised to weep. [Outro] (Instrumental fades: Droning bass, faint echoes of children’s distant screams, a single piano key lingering in dissonance)