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