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