The Holy Guile - Stoke Stokely

Sit down and shut the fuck up

Just another gear in the machine
Of the cycle history repeats.
Recycle what was beautiful;
May god forever damn this industry.

Heartless and redundant,
You're a product of the "scene".
Could be the end of the world
But what difference would it make?

Bitch, you're a carbon copy,
Replica of bullshit trend.

Demise will fucking find you
Waiting patient at the peak.
It's a long fall from the top of the world
And we'll laugh as we watch you crash and burn.

I bet your proud of all the bras
That belong to young underage broads.
Let em dangle from your stand
Next to your dignity and right as man.

Behold the monument of fraud,
Pinnacle of passion's mockery.
Eat shit, get fucked

Eat shit, get fucked
Eat shit, get fucked

God damn the industry
God damn the industry God damn the industry
Talent and passion aren't fucking obsolete.

Time into the mirror outweighs your time into your trade,
Proof: this thing is all ass backwards.
Proof: its just fucking game
Music is more than tattoos, cool hair,
Fresh clothes and nice shoes.
Time into the mirror outweighs time into your trade,
Proof: this thing is all ass backwards.
Proof: its just mother fucking game.

Just another gear in the machine
Of the cycle history repeats.
Recycle what was beautiful;
May god forever damn this industry.

Heartless and redundant,
You're a product of the "scene".
Could be the end of the world
But what difference would it make?

Bitch, you're a carbon copy,
Replica of bullshit trend.

Demise will fucking find you
Waiting patient at the peak.
It's a long fall from the top of the world
And we'll laugh as we watch you crash and burn.

God damn the industry. Eat shit, get fucked
God damn the industry. Eat shit, get fucked
God damn the industry. Talent and passion
Aren't fucking obsolete. Eat shit, get fucked