Sentencing of a Cynic Lyrics

There was a time in days of yore

When you were proud of what you were

You don't dare dwell in that place anymore

You lied and you cheated you let your pride eat you

You acted so perverse

You stole all the things you thought you deserved

Confession's just a means to an end

When you're bound to do it all again

It seems you have eroded to a cynical man

A crooked little figure with blood on your hands

You dwell down in the shadows of all earthly things

You beg and you crawl on your hands and knees

Maybe stress is to blame from the habits you've made

that molded you into this shape

It's your sole doing to the throne you laid claim

You seem unsure. Are you hoping for nothing

Are you pissing in the wind

Maybe god's bigger than the boxes he's in

Quiet down to hear the blasphemer speak

Lies fly from between his teeth

He dwells down in the shadows of all earthly things

He will follow his earthly dreams

But in the end he will crawl on his hands and his knees

Until the end he'll place blame on any but he

In the end he will crawl on his hands and his knees

Until the end he'll wear shackles on his hands and feet