Letras:
Cynic

: Keep your sticky fingers off me I hate the stench of you Sickening and stale The sharp synthetic lies Bleach amyl, dust and sweat Cold hands and shivers

be known as the universal cynic too Wipe your opaque eyes and restore your crystal vision Turn another cheek and exalt in your decision A bit of exercise for the universal cynic

: I hear my poisons in the multitude Why was I damned a human deemed too rude? Somewhere between the madness and my mind I live with lesions called the

be known as a universal cynic too Wipe your opaque eyes and restore your crystal vision Turn another cheek and exalt in your decision A bit of exercise for the universal cynic

Will we find a solution When we add all numbers Like they are supposed to be? No one close, start all over If we fail our expectations We will fall into

I hear my poisons in the multitude Why was I damned a human deemed too rude? Somewhere between the madness and my mind I live with lesions called the

remember the good ol' days weren't always that much better cynical fuck well i ain't nothing but a cynical fuck it don't take much to be a cynical, all

Feet to hip Nave to breast Throat to brain and skin arrange Now we're one soul Through my great arteries to every blade of grass, a universal path in

A cult or crew that know not of what to do Indecisive life, but who's to say? A life that's left them nowhere but to decay In a never ending search for