The Specs - I Am the Cynic

I am the cynic, in living I find the little signs of death
A critic. These crickets, they chirp and chip my eyes away
I've bled out all my lies, my thighs hold all the lines
The scars of petty fate and chance
It's not the first nor last time
Time changed the people inside you
Yet never really changed, itself
The tricks that your mind played
caught up to slay the turtle shell
You put the things you loved on top
But they couldn't be held up
Collapsed as nothing's prioritized
Everything's denied
You took advantage of your time
Thought it sweet
But here's your prize
Kneel and weep
I am the cynic, I've fallen
And nothing's going on my way
And I've let go of spirit
But Spirit won't You change my ways
Oh, won't You come and change my ways
Won't You come and change my ways
Won't You come and change my ways
Won't You come and change my ways
Won't You come and change

Written by:
Samuel Jin

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