IRC-Galleria

ItÂ’s all about steam
ItÂ’s all about dreams
ItÂ’s all about making the best out of everything
YouÂ’ll know when your fine
Cause youÂ’ll talk like a mime

YouÂ’ll fall on your face
You get back up and youÂ’re doing fine
“a considerate clown, a preachy preachy machine”
is one of the sweetest things you would say about me
but I donÂ’t have the time for your distorted esteem
why are you toying with my mind?

I donÂ’t wanna hear you say it
I donÂ’t wanna hear you say it
I donÂ’t wanna hear you say it
Now youÂ’re messing with my pride

You think youÂ’re smarter than me
Well everyone knows you will never be smarter than me
ThatÂ’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
IÂ’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 IÂ’m feeling down
What am I spitting out? spitting out, something we never talk about
ItÂ’s called my Â…mind

I donÂ’t wanna hear you say it
I donÂ’t wanna hear you say it
I donÂ’t wanna hear you say it
Now youÂ’re messing with my pride

IÂ’m sick of standing in your line
So now youÂ’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 hereÂ’s my coldest shoulder

I donÂ’t wanna hear you say it
I donÂ’t wanna hear you say it
I donÂ’t wanna hear you say it
Now youÂ’re messing with my pride

Something we donÂ’t talk about
Something we never talk about