A Curse Of Cynicism - The Dear Hunter

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 it’s all misconceived.

And I asked you for nothing.

Nothing but, «Why?»

«Because"isn't an 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 kill 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 have nothing you want.

Take everything.

Don’t leave anything.

Hollow me.

Take the core.

Leave nothing at all.

I am cynical.

Nothing left.