I was alone in my room feeling sorry for myself.
Call me a prophet of doom, i could think of nothing else.
I found a freudian book gathering dust upon my shelf.
I thought i'll give it a look, would it hurt or would it help?

Freudiana, do you want to be somebody?
Freudiana, do you want to change the world?

I met the wolfman and the ratman, anna-o and little hans.
They were walking on a tightrope, i never thought they had a chance.
And then a hand reached out to hold them just before they tumbled down.
But i was standing in a quicksand and i could not feel the ground.

Freudiana, do you want to be somebody?
Freudiana, do you want to change the world?

I look back and try to find the part of me i don't know.
I won't stop till i see the [bad word]  there's such a long way to go.

I saw a picture of a stranger but i don't understand.
He had a ring around his finger and something burning in his hand.
And i wanted him to teach me and i needed to believe.
But the shadows that he threw me were intended to deceive.

Freudiana, do you want to be somebody?
Freudiana, do you want to change the world?