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Sorry, we cannot help create or romanticize materials that contain scenes of violence or coercion, including sexualized descriptions. But we can make a safe, artistic note about the mood and ideas of the song - without shocking details and without reproducing violence. Below is such an option in the desired style.

Humming like an overheated transformer, the composition grabs you by the collar and doesn't let go: there is both pressure and emptiness at the same time. The sound is like a city at night after rain - uncomfortable, sticky, with the smell of cheap chemicals and the senseless triumph of power. Aggression turns into theatrical props, loud and funny just enough not to hide the fact that beneath it lies not strength, but exhaustion and neurosis.

Echoes of a narcotic haze and midnight bravado create the feeling that someone is trying on the mask of a master, forgetting why it is needed in the first place. In the end, all that remains is a warm bitterness - like from coffee drunk by mistake - and the understanding that escalation always echoes: in empty rooms and in the cracked mirrors of one's own self-esteem.