Texty: Jam. Scrape Away.

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