UNDER HER HEEL
v5
@GromekEssex
UNDER HER HEEL
v5
@GromekEssex
Text
Intro (cold, spoken)
This is not hate.
This is a choice.
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Verse 1
One look and you lose your ground,
you think you lead — but you follow her sound.
She says “love” like a loaded deal,
touch for sale, nothing real.
She wraps you in skin and shine,
she plays the tune — you fall in line.
You give your time, your face, your pay,
calling desire a better way.
You don’t ask where, you don’t ask why,
it’s easier to believe than read the lie.
You think you chose — that’s the trick,
you were picked to fit the script.
---
Chorus (aggressive, chant)
Under her heel — your pride is gone!
Under her heel — your sense of self!
This ain’t love, it’s exploitation,
she takes it all, leaves you empty!
Under her heel — your blinded eyes!
You only see what she allows!
She plays — you move,
this ain’t a bond, it’s a deal somehow!
---
Verse 2
City princess, glass and lights,
in love with mirrors and endless nights.
You fund the dreams, the wants, the show,
‘cause “that’s what men do” — so they told you so.
She counts gestures, prices, fees,
you count what’s left of who you used to be.
When the music fades and the shine is gone,
there’s a bill on the table — and you’re alone.
She learned to take, not build or stand,
love to her is a lifestyle plan.
Not a road walked side by side,
just a contract dressed in pride.
---
Verse 3 (contrast — the truth)
But there are women far from the glare,
with dirt on their hands and truth in their care.
Hard-working, modest, sometimes poor,
but rich in things money can’t buy for sure.
Natural beauty, no filter, no throne,
they don’t need a mirror to feel at home.
They don’t ask what you’ll give today,
they ask what you’ll build along the way.
They don’t want sponsors or golden cages,
they want a partner through work and ages.
They stand beside you, not on your back,
and don’t confuse love with a transaction.
---
Bridge (direct hit)
It’s not beauty that blinds your sight.
It’s fear of choosing what’s real.
It’s easier to pay for illusion
than learn responsibility.
---
Final Chorus (full shout)
UNDER HER HEEL — I WON’T STAY!
I WON’T SELL MYSELF FOR FANTASY!
I choose heart, work and solid ground,
not mirrors, games and empty crowns!
---
Outro (cold, calm)
Not every lack is poverty.
Not every shine is worth the cost.
Sometimes the strongest beauty
doesn’t scream — it lasts.
This is not hate.
This is a choice.
---
Verse 1
One look and you lose your ground,
you think you lead — but you follow her sound.
She says “love” like a loaded deal,
touch for sale, nothing real.
She wraps you in skin and shine,
she plays the tune — you fall in line.
You give your time, your face, your pay,
calling desire a better way.
You don’t ask where, you don’t ask why,
it’s easier to believe than read the lie.
You think you chose — that’s the trick,
you were picked to fit the script.
---
Chorus (aggressive, chant)
Under her heel — your pride is gone!
Under her heel — your sense of self!
This ain’t love, it’s exploitation,
she takes it all, leaves you empty!
Under her heel — your blinded eyes!
You only see what she allows!
She plays — you move,
this ain’t a bond, it’s a deal somehow!
---
Verse 2
City princess, glass and lights,
in love with mirrors and endless nights.
You fund the dreams, the wants, the show,
‘cause “that’s what men do” — so they told you so.
She counts gestures, prices, fees,
you count what’s left of who you used to be.
When the music fades and the shine is gone,
there’s a bill on the table — and you’re alone.
She learned to take, not build or stand,
love to her is a lifestyle plan.
Not a road walked side by side,
just a contract dressed in pride.
---
Verse 3 (contrast — the truth)
But there are women far from the glare,
with dirt on their hands and truth in their care.
Hard-working, modest, sometimes poor,
but rich in things money can’t buy for sure.
Natural beauty, no filter, no throne,
they don’t need a mirror to feel at home.
They don’t ask what you’ll give today,
they ask what you’ll build along the way.
They don’t want sponsors or golden cages,
they want a partner through work and ages.
They stand beside you, not on your back,
and don’t confuse love with a transaction.
---
Bridge (direct hit)
It’s not beauty that blinds your sight.
It’s fear of choosing what’s real.
It’s easier to pay for illusion
than learn responsibility.
---
Final Chorus (full shout)
UNDER HER HEEL — I WON’T STAY!
I WON’T SELL MYSELF FOR FANTASY!
I choose heart, work and solid ground,
not mirrors, games and empty crowns!
---
Outro (cold, calm)
Not every lack is poverty.
Not every shine is worth the cost.
Sometimes the strongest beauty
doesn’t scream — it lasts.
Musikstyle
Dark Blues-Grunge / Spoken Rage Rock gitara: brudny riff, fuzz, overdrive
