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Cynical
Rock
Cynical was released on November 18, 2025 by Will Coffey and the People's Poets as a part of the album Slam!
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AlbumSlam!
Release DateNovember 18, 2025
LabelWill Coffey and the People's Poets
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM107

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Coffey and the People's Poets
Will Coffey and the People's Poets
Vocals
Matthew Ashman
Matthew Ashman
Drums
Eliza Carslile
Eliza Carslile
Bass Guitar
Mason Charles
Mason Charles
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Coffey and the People's Poets
Will Coffey and the People's Poets
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Ashman
Matthew Ashman
Producer

Lyrics

I’m a shell of everything that I used to be
Nothing of me still remains, it’s just a distant memory
Cause I am drowning, gasping, dying staring at the bathroom wall
Broken razor blades in summer, I broke my promise after all
Cause I am far more short tempered than I'm willing to admit
And I’m cynical of psychics cause they’re definitely full of shit
So don’t tell me it gets better when it’s already worse
And forgive me if I’m rude or if I’m just a little terse
I’m still recovering from cuts and bruises that are old
I wake up shaking, sweating, swearing in the February cold
And I know I wasn’t perfect I’m not saying I was saint
But if I’m no Mother Teresa, then you sure as hell ain’t
And maybe I’m the idiot for holding on so long
But there are wounds that never heal and so I cope and I write songs
Some people drink some people smoke just to wash away the pain
But I am caught up the same old goddamn cycle all again
Cause I am far more short tempered than I'm willing to admit
And I’m cynical of psychics cause they’re definitely full of shit
So don’t tell me it gets better when it’s already worse
And forgive me if I’m rude or if I’m just a little terse
I’m still recovering from cuts and bruises that are old
I wake up shaking, sweating, swearing in the February cold
And I know I wasn’t perfect I’m not saying I was saint
But if I’m no Mother Teresa, then you sure as hell ain’t
Written by: William Coffey
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