Cynicism

Verse 1

Another morning breaks

Coffee cup turning cold on the counter

I stare, teeth grind

Same streets, same scars, nothing sweeter

There is no golden hour, just flickering bulbs

Harsh lines across hollow faces

Unanswered calls, another apology I won’t make

Life—

a word, a trap, a sound

Chorus

The world is fucked

You know it, so do I

We stand, we sit, we scroll, we cry

Everything burns, everyone bargains

Too many hands reaching

Still, nothing to hold

Verse 2

Dreams—dead on arrival,

Clocks tick, hearts skip, bills pile

Promises dried out like yesterday’s rain

Faded, faulty, best forgotten

I learned to laugh at loss

Repeat the rot, routine is comfort

Wake up, work, waste away

Two words: nothing matters

Chorus

The world is fucked

You know it, so do I

We wait, we lie, we hope, we hide

Everything fades, everyone bargains

Too many mouths talking

Nothing but noise

Bridge

I used to believe, in better, maybe

Prayers, coin-flips, dead batteries

Now all I carry, are curses and receipts

Maybe that’s wisdom, maybe just empty

Chorus

The world is fucked

You know it, so do I

We break, we buy, we choke, we try

Everything slips, everyone bargains

Too many endings starting

Nothing but time

Outro

Don’t ask why

There’s nothing behind

Don’t bother, don’t beg

Just step aside