Hustle in the five old years,
Do you love and do you feel?
All your working inspiration,
Systematic exploration.
We're so great, we're so real,
We're so desperate, make a deal.
All your words are so poetic,
Generational synthetic.
And I will do it on my own again,
I will say what I will.
And I will do it on my own again
And I will say what I will.
All my friends are far away,
Leaves my head in disobey
I can help but to forget
What is now and what is next.
Trade a fortune for a soul,
What we wanted all along.
All your words are so magnetic,
Generation apathetic.
And I will do it on my own again,
I will say what I will.
And I will do it on my own again,
I will say what I will.
And I will do it on my own again
And I will say what I will.
