The Cynic - The Haunted

Keep your sticky fingers off me I hate the stench of you

Sickening and stale

The sharp synthetic lies

Bleach amyl, dust and sweat

Cold hands and shivers inside

Who was a victim

and who are you to say?

I was so much younger then

all these years I’ve kept my silence

Save your sympathies

Shut up and give in There is no sin, nothing can change it (we're all alone)

Once the damage is done…

I never wanted this

I blame me Shut up and give in There is no sin, nothing can change it (nothing at all)

Once the damage is done…