Jans Ingber - Cynicism lyrics

Cynicism is the sickness of my culture We undress each other with an evil eye Concentric circles we look like vultures When we feast on the failures of the lives we criticize Don't stand alone and cast your stones at her Unless you think you're innocent yourself The same measure that we use to condemn men Will be the same that's poured out upon our heads We've all gone astray We kick against the pricks so convinced we know the way But who can repay The love we sacrificed for an empire made of clay Self-promotions how we function in this culture We fight for the spotlight with a peaco*ks pride And then condescend to all the lesser men From thrones we make of payed accolades and a compromise There is no power that a man can have Unless it's given to him from above Our ladders of success descend to hell Don't sell your soul and lose your one true love We all gone astray We kick against the pricks so convinced we know the way But who can repay The love we sacrificed for an empire made of clay We've all gone astray We kick against the pricks so convinced we know the way But who can repay The love we sacrificed to kings for a day