A Curse of Cynicism Songtext
von The Dear Hunter

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
Keep your eye on the prize

Think what you want
Believe what you think
And 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 (Keep your eye on the fucking prize!)
(Keep your eye on the fucking prize!) Like an unreliable fire
(Keep your eye on the fucking prize!) Anyone can get behind
Keep your eye on the prize, on the prize (Keep your eye on the fucking prize!)

(Yeah!) Oh, I am cynical, I am cynical
(Yeah!) It′s a curse, it's a curse
(Yeah!) Oh, I am cynical, I am cynical
(Yeah!) It′s a curse, 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'm cynical
Nothing left


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

(Yeah!) Oh, I am cynical, I am cynical
(Yeah!) It's a curse, it′s a curse
(Yeah!) Oh, I am cynical, I am cynical
(Yeah!) It′s a curse, it's a curse