The Dear Hunter - A Curse of Cynicism (Red) | Текст песни

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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.

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