All incidents of psychic life are translated by hands
Where the eyes go, the mind follows them and the sand
From the mental wasteland of someone who needs
Boom
Don’t tell to the others
But I'm a motherfucker
Don’t tell your mother
But I'm a motherfucker
Boom
Don’t tell to the others
But I'm a motherfucker
Pray
For me to be okay
I was shaped by rage
I find it hard to stay sane
Boom
Don’t tell to the others
But I'm a motherfucker
Don’t tell your mother
But I'm a motherfucker
Boom
Don’t tell to the others
But I'm a motherfucker
Pray
For me to be okay
I was shaped by rage
I find it hard to stay sane
