|
Lyric provided by www.seekalyric.com |
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 thought's 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 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 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, you who is scraping away |