Stone master society welcomes you to another show

We're like you, but we like to hide in the shadows to share our thoughts

Like it should be, or there would be fights everywhere.

Money rules us all, nothing more, no thought, no religion

Looks like religion could rule us, but in fact is just the capitalization of it.

Stone master society would like to remember you that you are welcome to share your thoughts

But for God's sake, we don't want you hanging around if you're low on money.

You know, uneducated and poor aren't compliant with our society of gentleman.

 

And you're a free thinker after all, nobody else could be.

We are here to capitalize from the people and help each other of us brothers.

No small disgusting fights will create a rift between you and our society

We're human, different than those poor bastards that works out everyday.

 

You're not a shooting star, you're ascending, and that's why we need you.

Apart from it, please remember, you wouldn't be allowed.

 

One day all world will turn back to the stone age, that's what stone master society really wants.

We do believe that true happiness lies within a life without the complications of the modern age.

 

We're trying to promote the religare between human and instincts, and capitalize on it.

Bachause how could we start a civil war within every nation if we didn't had any money?

 

But that's enough, remember that when the disciple is ready, the master shows up next door.

 

If I was God's preferred child

I would be posting thousands of photos on facebook and instagram

And everyone would love me because I was pretty and uncommon.

 If I was satan's dearest friend I would have a pussy and completely hot

Being a lazy bitch all day and having no sex at all.

Searching for the perfect man to insert his penis into my vagina.

But it would happen only after the thirties, because what I really want

Is to be the dearest whore in all the world.

Just being desired by all boys. That's it.

I would be popular

Desired

and would masturbate to another girls photographs

Just because it's cool to do it now

Yeah, got all wet by licking other girls lips

Maybe a blowjob here and there

And a silly way of thinking about how's life gonna end.

There's no tomorrow for the God's preferred children

Tomorrow is just another day

Frenzy is just another way

To keep things moving on.

I would like to be satan's dearest friend

But he gave me bipolar disorder and a dick

So I'm stuck being nerd and not desired at all.

Well, after all, I don't care, but I can't look at your bitch eyes and don't have an urge

to bludgeon you all.

 Stop messing around and having a perfect life, you liar.

Christ, I'm just too dumb to be myself, even.

Can't I die, can't I just let it all fall apart

Can't see a light, mine's just dying

No castle of cards, just pieces of wood hanging around.

No example, no best in anything, even the normal stigma has been taken away from me.

 And no different I wanted to be, just myself, but I'm too dumb to be proud of me.

Christ, can't you take all the world to a ride while I just take a ride alone?

I'm not sure I want to stay here anymore, but the cries everywhere makes me sick

Can't even believe someone would miss me, but, there's no denial in it.

People usually gives people an overestimated price.

Not a single scar hurts right now, nothing is ugly enough to be repulsive as it should

I'm the drama queen, just a scared girl amidst the storm of sunlight.

Christ, did you really suffered that lot in the cross?

My  heart should be hurting the same, feels like heel not so deep inside of me.

Not all choices have been so bad, I've grown up, learned to walk

There's nothing more to do, only a scheme of pain.

Sometimes I wish I would be left alone numb as hell so nothing would stand up hurting.

I've tasted life, destiny's unfair and took it from me.

Now I hang around only for you.

Who won't care the scars 

Neither the tears I've shed.

The future is the only thing hanging around.

Your needs are the only things hanging around.

Nothing makes me more sick than thinking of people crying over my dead body.

Sickness makes me alive, and it's all because of this.