An introspective journey through isolation and surrender — “Naked” captures the fragile space between control and chaos, between fate and freedom. With spinning thoughts, raw emotion, and minimalist tension, Cynic Gym strips everything back to what’s real.

CREDITS______________

Lyrics - Ed Schroeder
Music - Scott Owen Moore, Ed Schroeder
Production - Scott Owen Moore
Bass - Mike Ferris
Guitar - Scott Owen Moore
Vocals - Ed Schroeder

LYRICS _______________

Fate, where are you going
Fate, where will you be
Wait and let me catch up
Wait, I'm running in place

Now you will determine
Now you rate and judge
Soon my search is over
Soon I'm telling this tale

Tiny room, tiny thoughts spinning...spinning
In control, no control, naked...naked
Forty-five, thirty-three listen...listen
In the dark, in the light, I'm here

Push through this transition
Push and don't fall flat
Rise to the occasion
Rise and don't look back