Texty písní The Dear Hunter

The Dear Hunter

A Curse Of Cynicism

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 damn hard to find anyone who could 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

like an unreliable fire. Anyone can get behind,

"Keep your eye on the prize, keep your eye on the

prize!"

Yeah, I am cynical, I am cynical.

It's a curse, it's a curse.

Oh, I am cynical, I am cynical.

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 am 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 am cynical, nothing left.

Yeah, I am cynical, I am cynical.

It's a curse, it's a curse.

Oh, I am cynical, I am cynical.

It's a curse, it's a curse.