Your twisted cynicism — makes me feel sick —
Your open disgust for ‘idealistic naive’
You’ve given up hope — you’re jaded and ill
The trouble is your thoughts a catching disease.
Oh — you need to get away
Oh — you need a change of pace
Because you’re all dried up and you don’t believe
You reckon I’m dreaming when I say I still feel real,
You say you work for yourself and it’s the only way
But I look at you talking and to me you just scrape away —
What makes once young minds get in this state,
Is it age or just the social climate?
You’re talking like some fucking hardened MP
You’re saying power’s all
And it’s power you NEED!
Oh — you need to get away
Oh — you need a change of pace
Because you’ve given up on hope —
You’re emotionless —
You’ve no need for love it’s just hate, hate, hate.
But I look at you shaking and it is you —
Who is scraping away.
You who is scraping away..