Hypocrisy of man (NDC)

***NORDIC DISCORD CHALLENGE, (4). Genre: Ska, Theme: Dark satire*** Hypocrisy of man Lyrics by ScreenslaveBlue [Intro] Evolution of man, Hypocrisy remains [Verse 1] In the shadows of caves, we carved our first vow, “Together we thrive!”—but we’re laughin’ now. The weak got the bone, the strong got the feast, “Brotherhood’s sacred!” said the blood on the beast. Scratched holy words on the cold stone wall, While the shaman sold grace for a skull and a booty call. We whispered of truth as we buried the meek, Mankind’s first mask: turn the other cheek. We sing to the stars, we swear it’s pure, But the rot in our hearts is the only thing sure. [Chorus] Skank in the dark, skank outta sight, Hypocrisy’s waltzin’ in the dead of night! From altars to algorithms, we weave the lie, Murmur “hope” as we watch the wretched die. Ha, Ha, Ha! We’re the pious breed, Plantin’ flowers on graves to hide the greed. Skank it low, skank it slow, truth’s a ghost, Hypocrisy’s the pulse that’s hauntin’ us most. [Verse 2] Empires rose with their marble and gold, “Law for all!”—but the chains still sold. Senators preached while the coliseum roared, Bread for the mob, blood for the lord. Crusades marched forth with a cross held high, “Save their souls!” as the villages fried. The king’s divine grace was a velvet glove, Smotherin’ dissent while we sang of love. We carve our creeds, we chant the code, But the devil’s in the fine print, heavy’s the load. [Chorus] Skank in the dark, skank outta sight, Hypocrisy’s waltzin’ in the dead of night! From altars to algorithms, we weave the lie, Murmur “hope” as we watch the wretched die. Ha, Ha, Ha! We’re the chosen race, Spittin’ on truth with a saintly face. Skank it low, skank it slow, truth’s a ghost, Hypocrisy’s the pulse that’s hauntin’ us most. [Bridge] Factories hummed, “Freedom’s the dream!” But the kids in the mines never saw the steam. “Rights for all!” cried the men in suits, While the colonies bled for their polished boots. Now we’re enlightened, our screens all aglow, Postin’ our virtues while the sweatshops sew. “Care for the earth!” we sob, so sincere, Flyin’ private jets to the climate frontier. [Breakdown] From pharaohs to influencers, same crooked grin, Dress up the sin, call it savin’ the kin. We mourn the fallen with a candlelit show, But our hands tied the knots, and we damn well know. [Final Chorus] Skank in the dark, skank outta sight, Hypocrisy’s waltzin’ in the dead of night! From clay tablets to code, we spin the tale, Sellin’ salvation while the world’s for sale. Ha, Ha, Ha! We’re the holy choir