Freudiana
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 truth. 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?