I’ve never been a stranger to a healthy cynicism To get ideas into shape I sipped big words Then looked around Unmasking lies that sounded great But lately I don’t see the gap between sublime ideals And sorrowful reality In new worldview That they construct Sublime ideals are dismissed
They make me choose Between ours and theirs But I am used to choose between The good things and the bad I guess I’m just a complicated man
What kind of future will we get if we will let it spread? What kind of offspring we will grow? Dead-hearted pricks With self-conceit And great distaste to the unknown I’d rather watch how some heroic and inflated speech Produces one-percent effect Than see them use Some lame excuse For shameful fellow-countrymen
They make me choose Between ours and theirs But I am used to choose between The right things and the wrong I guess I’m just a complicated man
It gets easier To go berserk Our moral compass has been lost Somewhere along the way I hope it’s not too late to make it work