It's all about steam
It's all about dreams
It's all about making the best out of everything

You'll know when your fine
Cause you'll talk like a mime


You'll fall on your face
You get back up and you're doing fine
"a considerate clown, a preachy preachy machine"

Is one of the sweetest things you would say about me
But I don't have the time for your distorted esteem
Why are you toying with my mind?


I don't wanna hear you say it
Now you're $#&@ing with my pride


You think you're smarter than me
Well everyone knows you will never be smarter than me

That's how it goes
I gained forty pounds because of you
Was there an "S" on my chest

Well I confess, you were too much stress
I'd have a heart attack at best
So now I breathe it out, I breathe it out

I spit it on the crowd cause they lift me up, they lift me up, they lift me up

When I'm feeling down

What am I spitting out? spitting out, something we never talk about
It's called my... mind


I don't wanna hear you say it
Now you're messing with my pride


I'm sick of standing in your line
So now you'll have to take it
Take this to heart

I will never let you $#&@ me over
Stop talking down to me your war is old
Your game is over

So here's my coldest shoulder

I don't wanna hear you say it

Now you're messing with my pride

Something we don't talk about

Something we never talk about