Cynic Era 가사

Don’t blink, you’ll miss the moment They talk, I call it promotion I don’t chase, I float through motion Honey, I invented devotion Step in, lights flick like confession Every glance? Free lesson Copy my line, still out of session You want the crown? Wrong direction Mirror loves me, you can tell Gold frame, but the glass won’t sell They whisper “perfect”, I call it spell You pray to win, I just excel I'm not the dream, I'm the déjà vu Seen this face? Déjà two Cynic smile, designer cue I walk, the world adjusts the view Talk sweet, but your eyes betray I live rent-free in your brain’s buffet Say you hate me? Cliché buffet Still I'm your wallpaper — olé Bow slow, don’t fake the grace I rule soft, with a poker face Cynic era, I set the pace New religion? Write my case