Hustle in the five old years
Do you love and do you feel?
All your working inspiration
Systematic exploration

Words are great, words are real
Words are desperate, make a deal
All your words are so poetic
Generational synthetic

And I will do it on my own again
And 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 disarray
I can help but to forget
What is now and what is next
Trade a fortune for a song
What we wanted all along
All your words are so magnetic
Generational apathetic

And I will do it on my own again
And I will say what I will
And I will do it on my own again
And I will say what I will
And I will do it on my own again
And I will say what I will