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 fucking 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 fuck 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