Lyrics:
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images
Don't be so selfish
Leaving me this
Follow it far
To find where you
you, where did you
Where did you go
Ah
I was born a cynic, became a critic
Rather be a villain than be half committed
Half-ass hero, don't wanna
But now I live in fear that I was wrong
The killer and the cynic waltz together
Their eyes are turned into their skulls
They do not feel
To hope is admittance feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics reflected image
Don't be so selfish leave in me this
Follow it far to find where you
Let the cynics drop dead in their critical head
They're wrist merchants as you all can see
Bunch of deaf ears with their columnized fears
Such
I clear my throat before I grab the mic
I need uno momento
Them cynics gonna ride me like a pinto
No resentment do you comprehend my innuendo
You
City dweller, successful fella thought to himself
Oops I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race terminally
I'm a professional cynic but my
City dweller, successful fella thought to himself
Oops I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race terminally
I'm a professional cynic but my
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction
Fiction of the diplomat
Fiction of the critic
Fiction of the Pollyanna and the cynic
Fiction of the coward
To leave you staring
At the empty ceiling, feeling nothing
Lookin’ on
I’m just lookin’ on.
My cynic friends maintain
A low profile with a high disdain
I
horrendous, "How he still in the business?"
Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous
Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic
Give
The players and the cynics will be thinking it's hard
But if you rewind the tape, we're all copying god
Copying god, copying god
Copying god, copying god
The players and the cynics will be thinking it's hard
But if you rewind the tape, we're all copying god
Copying god, copying god
Copying god, copying god
cynic and it starts makin'
Everything wrong, everything's gone
So why do you say that you will forever ding-dong?
That just will make you much meaner,
world
Like a boy, like a girl
You're a full grown wonder
You're a child
All mis-believers
Speak with ease a cynic tongue
All is simple and loaded
Like
their place?
Yeah, will it be the cynic, the critics galore?
The cliché apathetic, passed out on the floor
The trusting complicit who collectively
Trust in me like I trust in you
Now, there are cynics with rusty knives
Trying to cut away the good in our lives
But I don't care what they believe
But now I live in fear that I was wrong
The killer and the cynic waltz together
Their eyes are turned into their skulls
They do not feel
the cynics if you tried.
So, you are the Christ, you're the great Jesus Christ.
Prove to me that you're no fool; walk across my swimming pool.
If you do
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction
Fiction of the diplomat
Fiction of the critic
Fiction of the Pollyanna and the cynic
Fiction of the coward
unharmed
When people didn't have much money
But didn't seem to care
It must be the cynic in me
But I don't really like things now
The violence,
fake about it
Now why do babies cry?
I asked the cold today but all he did was fly
And he took the cynic way
The laws of chaos, left us all in
the cold today but all he did was fly
And he took the cynic way
The laws of chaos, left us all in disarray
Now take the bumblebee, a lousy rotten' bum
Not
your vices
Now did ya
How could ya
All the cynics & the ciphers
Make you question what you do
So turn your amp up a little louder
To drown out
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