The trouble is your thought's a catching disease
You're saying, power's all and it's power you need
But I look at you talking and to me you just scrape away
Ooh, you need to get away
Ooh, you need to get away
You're talking like some fucking hardend MP
You've given up hope, you're jaded and ill
You've no need for love, it's just hate, hate, hate
Is it age or just the social climate?
What makes once young minds get in this state?
But I look at you shaking and it is you
Ooh you need a change of pace
Because you're all dried up and you don't believe
Ooh you need a change of place
You reckon I'm dreaming when I say I still feel real
Because you've given up on hope, you're emotionless
You say you work for yourself and it's the only way
