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
Ooh - you need to get away
Ooh - 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 its 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 hardend MP
You're saying power's all!
And it's power you need!
Ooh - you need to get away
Ooh - you need a change of place
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
