It's a curse in a cycle of misbelief, and it keeps on happening
A tradition, a trail of deceit. I never stopped and questioned ,"Why is it so damned hard to find anyone
Who can get behind such a simple plot?" Keep your eye on the prize
Think what you want. Believe
What you think. Know what you believe 'cause its all misconceived. I asked you for nothing. Nothing
But ,"Why?". "Because" isn't and answer, it's just a reply
It's a cure. A disciple of belief and it keeps you
Here with me, and it keeps on happening
And I never meant to k** the prize like an unreliable fire
Anyone can get behind,"keep your eye on the prize."
I am cynical. It's a curse
I am cynical. I've got nothing you want. Take everything. Don't leave anything. Hollow me. Take the core. Leave nothing
At all. I'm cynical. Nothing left