Текст песни Cynical - Deacon Smith

Misshapen, misunderstood, disgruntled upon a mishap
I missed half, graphing axes and asking myself for this and that
I checked the box for other
And smothered myself in all the syntax
Sins I'd come to pass begun to wrap my brain, on both halves
The hemispheres, the many fears of men I've learned to counteract
In fact, a pact was made to age with baggage packed, and stored, and stacked
My path could lay uncluttered, the past would wave
And my wings should flutter fast
Well fastened, fortified upon my shoulders
Above the epitaphs
I'll fly

And I don't mean to be so cynical
But I've been waiting on a limit, no
Something that you'll never, never know

I know there's reason but pleases and thanks ain't feasible
To people chasing pleasures
Well weathered, man, peace ain't cheese and gold
So take some piece of mind
Belief ain't hatin' blind
We go through troubles, we're feeble, old
Behind eyelids, island's beat design
Resigned to hatred, baked in nature's call to stay alive
But sacred sages stage the stagnant magnets made to scrape your time
Rephrase your lines
Replace the bells with chimes
Pennies to dimes, lemons to limes
Universe will hear your rhymes

You never hear your rhymes
Rely upon reflection's effervescent, ever present kind of messages to shed some light
You hear the night's demise, you feel the righteous lies
You see the idolized
The trivialization, you're finding it harder to pry yourself open
It's fine
You're finally hoping the signs pass
Like fine glass
The shatter will scatter
The Matter defined by a fine line
Between crass and hindsight
I find that you find time to beeline
Till trite sights turn blindside
On the bright side, at least you'll fly high

And I don't mean to be so cynical
But I've been waiting on a limit, no
Something that you'll never, never know

It's so insane
The public shame of something as innate as rest
Tapered over time
But oversimplified for weight of quest
A balance beam, a way of being
Lest everyone can never be seeing the best of each other's nest
Understand your situation
Tears you wept
When you got swept up off your feet
That didn't mean relief
But better yet
The scene's been set
You're fed up with this hole that you've been living, check
Make sure your tracks reflect the pact you kept

'Cause every increment of skin you've ever shed
Will gather, make a pile, a cesspool of feelings long since dead
You'll question friends
Pretend you're better off
And that you're better than you've stacked before you
All the skin and red
Your present never led by past
You come to find you lack intent
Purpose, working hard for people that you believe have lead
You to sense of happiness
Ask yourself are you happy
Bed ridden, sick, and you show no one
All the lashes you've been lent and no one's felt it
At least not from your view, so rest
Compile your past, and press yourself
Resolve the stresses you've been handling
Juggling, on for years
Ask yourself to lend yourself an ear
Just make amends
Future you will thank you
Hear you out
Explain your fears
From bending out too far for others, all the way death
Love yourself, your peers, your world
And remember that you're heaven sent