[Intro: excerpt of M. Emmett Walsh from the movie Blood Simple]
The world is full o' complainers. An' the fact is, nothin' comes with a guarantee. Now I don't care if you're the pope of Rome, President of the United States or Man of the Year; somethin' can all go wrong. Now go on ahead, y'know, complain, tell your problems to your neighbor, ask for help, 'n watch him fly. Now, in Russia, they got it mapped out so that everyone pulls for everyone else... that's the theory, anyway. But what I know about is Texas, an' down here... you're on your own

[Verse 1]
So you think you're living outside the box?
You've got your head held high like you're reaching for something
Talking like you've got it all figured out
As if the men before you have amounted to nothing

Well I'll be the one
Who turns your purpose into pain
Disrupt the balance
It's just an illusion anyway

Doubt

[Verse 2]
Wise to what faith has in store for you?
You are no different than all of the rest
In the face of harsh reality
I'll put your sanity to the test

Well I'll be the one
Who turns your confidence into shame
Falling from your pedestal
You only have yourself to blame
Doubt

On your path to progress, I'll be the only thing standing in your way

[Verse 3]
Keep searching for the light
Waste your life hunting something that you'll never find
You want the absolute?
There's just one thing that you got to do

You feel the barrel touch the front of your head
You're taking your own life in your hands
And as the hammer strikes the pin
Ask yourself
"Is this how you thought it would end?"

[guitar solo]

Doubt

[Outro]
Cynic
A grim reality starts to unfold