2. Cynical Kids

10 weeks ago by @knobbyneggins815

Liner Notes

2nd track for 50/90 about growing up and realizing that you don't know jack! At least I tried to make it catchy. This one was written almost two years ago, but I recorded the vocals within the last few weeks. Hope you enjoy!

-Sept. 19th, 2022

Lyrics

Verse 1:
We sure as shit were never
Taught how to shed our skin.
Was it all in my head,
Or was it just some simple delirium?

I had a moment where I figured out
I didn't have a single goddamn clue,
And, well, I guess, to be fair,
I still don't, but now I'm slightly self-aware and in-tune.

Pre-Chorus 1:
They say that hurting is healing,
But it really seems that we're
So better off dead,

So, once more, with feeling:
"I wanna live instead".

Chorus:
Now, sit back,
And just ignore,
When we were told to watch our tongues and
Pray to God we win the nuclear war.

They chewed us up,
And spit us out,
And wanted more.

You can't expect us to believe,
That all the things they ever said
Were for the Greater Good, when the worst of us
Could never just forgive and forget,

And shut our mouths,
Just like we always did.
So here's to all the Cynical Kids.

Verse 2:
We were taught to be kind,
And civil,
And to hold every door,
Open when a stranger comes by.

Look at us now,
We're anxious wrecks,
With our precious
Depression as our alibis.

I'm sick of the words,
On all of the chyrons,
Full of the bullshit.
(it's so surreal)

We're just a series of numbers,
Designed to consume,
And turn back a profit.

Pre-Chorus 2:
They say that trying is easy,
And fucking up is just a
Normal thing to do,

But that drives me crazy.
I bet you feel it, too?

Chorus:
Now, sit back,
And just ignore,
When we were told to watch our tongues and
Pray to God we win the nuclear war.

They chewed us up,
And spit us out,
And wanted more.

You can't expect us to believe,
That all the things they ever said
Were for the Greater Good, when the worst of us
Could never just forgive and forget,

And shut our mouths,
Just like we always did.
So pour one out for all the cynical kids.

Bridge:
I used to be a child,
With a pocket full of hands,
But now I'm just a concrete,
Shadow of a man.

A little optimistic,
When my head is in the sand,
But mostly pessimistic,
And I barely understand

A single thing I see,
Am I falling for the trap?
I'm a lover, not a figher,
Though I'm straying from the path.

I'm a little tired of always
Being where I'm at.
I wanna have a place,
That can take me off the map.

There was a time that came before,
And after we are gone,

(One, two, three, four,
I declare a civil war.
Give into the fear,
So you can give up the ghost.)

We'll be nothing but a verse,
In the middle of a song.

(Five, six, seven, eight,
Running out and tempting fate.
Finger on the trigger,
Leave the pulse alone.)

I was born to be a cynical kid.
I did everything you ever said that I should do,
Now I'll be dying as a cynical man

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