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 didn´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?