The Dear Hunter - A Curse Of Cynicism lyrics

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 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 have nothing you want. Take everything. Don't leave anything. Hollow me. Take the core. Leave nothing at all. I am cynical. Nothing left.