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 and conceal 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 Knees my head in disobey, I can help but to forget What is now and what is next Train a fortune for a soul What we wanted all along All your words are so magnetic Generational 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.