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