Cynic - Disco Ensemble

Soap opera is throwing out the radio

Spit over your shoulder when I’m crossing the road

This amulet brings bad luck for us all

Yeah, I was once a believer

But now my heart turns in to

It turns in to

It turns in to stone

Coldheart cynic

That’s what’s become of me

Coldheart cynic

That’s what you’ve made of me

No longer the soothing rays of light, yeah

Now I’m a resident of night, yeah

Cursewords sinking better than the metaphors

Soap opera is throwing out the radio

Spit over my shoulder when you’re crossing the road

This amulet brings bad luck for us all

Now I was once a believer

But now my heart turns in to

It turns in to

It turns in to stone

Coldheart cynic

That’s what’s become of me

Coldheart cynic

That’s what you’ve made of me

No longer the soothing rays of light, yeah

Now I’m a resident of night, yeah

What a sparkplug, what a shiny talent

What a good sport you are

This year’s award goes to you

Congratulations and co-miserations

Yeah, I was once a believer

But now my heart turns in to

It turns in to

It turns in to stone

Coldheart cynic

That’s what’s become of me

Coldheart cynic

That’s what you’ve made of me

No longer the soothing rays of light, yeah

Now I’m a resident of night, yeah

Coldheart cynic

Coldheart cynic

That’s the spirit