Now show me the cynic
With the weight
He knows is his to bare
He gives up
He gives in again

The moment we are born
We start to degenerate

Wasted potential
What new hell is this
Is this us! Is this me!
Are we not free!

So sweet, so mechanical
I m too tired, too fucked
And when reason ends
It hits me like a truck

Through disappointment
Throught expectations
We give up, we we give in
The big radiating nothing

As their words salt the wounds
You are soothed
By the drone of days
Perfectly detached

Their schools, their values
Their standards, their lies
Their institutions
Their national pride