It hurts to see your stance unbending, no flexibility   It's always "Me this" and "I know about that" on every matter   Oh I can't wait till you discover there's no mystery   To the light that strikes with power and personality      You're running from the light      You need a light like a cigarette burns to be fired up   You place your hands over your eyes to shield them   Who's fooling who?   You've got the scars on the back of your hands   I rest my case against you   Evidence firmly stands      You jump from pleasure to pleasure   None of it lasting   Just self-determination, prideful calculations   When will you turn on a dime in the quick of it asking, "Where do I sign to receive my delivery?"