Lyrics

What a cynical man that I have become
Who’s virtuous hands have finally succumbed
Lose a little bit here - lose a little bit there
Until you wake up one day and notice the tears

And the mirror shows me
To be only smoke screen

Give me what I want and no one gets hurt
These little deceptions begin as a flirt
Until one day we’re tempted by more than bread
A hand in the till or a body in bed

And the mirror shows me
To be only smoke screen
With all the heights that I reach
Below the light I can’t breach

Kneel down to rise above
Am I not the boy from a womb of love?
Close my old wounds
So I can rise above and rebuild all of the ruins
Grant me a great strength
To stare the darkness down and survive under the weight
And forgive those who would try to tear us down
Before our work is through

From newborn smell to skin that we shed
Armor that repels but doesn’t protect
What good is this place if we can’t feel a thing?
What good is tomorrow if there’s never a change?

And the mirror shows me
To be only smoke screen
With all the heights that I reach
Below the light I can’t breach

Kneel down to rise above
Am I not the boy from a womb of love?
Close my old wounds
So I can rise above and rebuild all of the ruins
Grant me a great strength
To stare the darkness down and survive under the weight
And forgive those who would try to tear us down
Before our work is through

What a cynical man that I have become...