Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical
Touches stricken, cold and clinical
What a transformation to behold
But I don't like this new, I want the old

It's not the words that make it final
You've 说 such things such things before to rival them
But it's how 你 say 'em now that's changed
Cold but sympathetic all the same

Lie to convince me that I'll be better off
Oh, 你 go on and I'll be happier, I'll be happier
You go on, yeah, 你 go on
You'll be gone and I'll be happier

Shoot me with your rubber bullets
Your finger's on the trigger, pull it
I know 你 want this suffering to end
So it is forgivable my friend...