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you know
I've got a delicate heart and the scars to prove it
and sometimes I need this pain
just a cynic in search of a point worth proving

well I

quick-tongued for a cynic
Hold your breath cause I think I might excite you

Thank you for coming
I'll see you soon
Right where you'd expect
On a sunny summer

Fish
No matter the critic or cynic or scoffer
I give to You my 5 Loaves and 2 Fish
Take it and use it as You wish

It seems so small, but I give it

that you would like it
Seducing cynics for a half minute of play, play, play
I love the critics
Never did shit but they bray, bray, brave
We're trading

When what is right shifts and disrupts my paradigm?
'Cause in a world where fools and cynics
Love to cast their stones
While the burden of the proof

and scream

I'm walking on sunshine
I'm flying in my mind
Like woah
No pain and no spasm
No cynics or sarcasm
Woah

Clap your hands say yes
Doesn't this feel

Just five minutes
All I need is five minutes
We in the dead zone 
Passing by the headstones 
Laughing like cynics

Oh you dead to me
You in the dead

to say, and they think I'm okay

Tell me something better exists
There must be something better than this
Call me a cynic, call me a dick, I'll get what I

but I'd like to drown them both in my swimming pool

I don't care if it makes me a cynic
I know it's what we all dream of
I don't care if it makes me

Tonight, I'm sleeping with the Cynics again

I was going to a party tonight
All the people were so goddam happy
It was chit-chat, funny jokes,

Just to kill the inner cynic
And remember all the good that I have
If we cut our hair and colored
If we cut the cords
And left it all behind
Make a fake

moving one inch

That's what keeps you alive
The thought of undeserved death
That's why cynics deep-sea dive
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath

to be

I'm just a cynic in the sense that makes my heart feel like a lie
If we don't feel the same, I blame myself for you, whoa

It's getting late again

of sight
The world can be too tough
The cynic in me loves
A well framed lie
Angled reflections
An altered projection
A parallel life
No one really knows us

(Oh-why-ya-ho-hey)

What have you done, done
Man what the fuck have you done
Became a cynic try to finick
Your way out of this one
Nowhere to run, run
Man what

No more lies
The cynic dies
Now is the time
Open my eyes
Give me eyes
Give me, give me eyes
Give me eyes
To see like you see
Give me eyes
Give me, give

up inside
I've loosened my belt cuz it felt way too tight
I'm no saint myself and I wish that you and I could be better
I'm a cynic to love

run with a torch in hand
Let that fire burn up every turn of every crooked street
Light the face of every cynic That you meet
And with the past at your

THE LUCKY, THE CYNICS
AND THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE AND IʼM ONLY HERE TO BE ALIVE
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THE GUY IN THE MIRROR
DONʼT PICK A FIGHT
HE MAKES YOU WAKE ALL THE NIGHT
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the simulation
At any indication, information generation
And in that innovation, an instant integration
To send them cynics racing, and the hate disintegrating

left
Release
Dispel
I'll separate my fears from everything else
(Kill my fears)
Atone
For the cynic inside me holding me back
Darkness clouding
All that

critic.
Time to quit being a cynic.
Hell yeah, I'm so dope.

Tripping over my shoe laces all of the time,
And the self punishment's way worse than

And as the darkness takes
The shackles of belief
Will break and be replaced
By nothing

Will you fall
To sink a cynic
Or will you crawl

Where are the stars
Where is

cynic

Where is he going, getting nowhere
He won't talk to people, he avoids what they share
He thinks he knows all the rules of charades
Maybe he does,