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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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