Lyrics Cynicism - Josh Garrels

Cynicism is the sickness of my culture
We undress each other with an evil eye
Concentric circles we look like vultures
When we feast on the failures of the lives we criticize
Don′t stand alone and cast your stones at her
Unless you think you're innocent yourself
The same measure that we use to condemn men
Will be the same that′s poured out upon our heads
We've all gone astray
We kick against the pricks so convinced we know the way
But who can repay
The love we sacrificed for an empire made of clay
Self-promotions how we function in this culture
We fight for the spotlight with a peacocks pride
And then condescend to all the lesser men
From thrones we make of payed accolades and a compromise
There is no power that a man can have
Unless it's given to him from above
Our ladders of success descend to hell
Don′t sell your soul and lose your one true love
We all gone astray
We kick against the pricks so convinced we know the way
But who can repay
The love we sacrificed for an empire made of clay
We′ve all gone astray
We kick against the pricks so convinced we know the way
But who can repay
The love we sacrificed to kings for a day