Raised, not born

Apathy, not scorn

The Cynic speaks through you another sagrilege



Listen to the sound of a mind anaesthetized

Looking down the barrel of an unmarked .45

I'm telling ya that the same shit's still goin down

So you'd better wake up and take a real good look around



Cynic

You are now here

But leaving soon

Cynic

You are nowhere

But leaving soon



Happily greasing the wheels of the machine

Another empty mind staring at a TV screen

Your threat removed