The Cynic, The Rat & The Fist

Well i'm startled by your lack of backbone
 So don't you laugh at my expense
 Always listening at the door for you
 To cough up your last cold dying breath
 Now i'm walking over corpses in the rain
 Always dying to second test me
 Now i know things'll never be the same again
 As you're dying to keep your breath free
 Now i'm startled by your lack of loyalty
 So don't you laugh at my expense
 Always listening for what's new on the scene
 And it just doesn't make any sense
 Now i'm walking over corpses in the rain
 Always dying to second test me
 Now i know things'll never be the same again
 As you're dying to keep your breath free
 Bodies of cynics, broken in mind
 Bodies of cynics, broken in kind
 I would never feel the same again
 If i was to do the same again
 I have no answer
 I will never see
 There is no truth here
 Always expect the worst from me
 Always expect the worst from me again