I look upon my life
And then I realize
It's but an endless strife
And I may not ever rise
Ascend above the petty things
Instead of compromise
I'm but a prisoner
So set me free
I live my life loud off ground, high wound
Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolfhound
Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth?
And do I claw against your throat or do I shout?
(Crescendo)
It's the sound you make when everything is out of shape
(Crescendo)
When your life is disproportionate and you're afraid
That your overblown existence might explode
That your identity might dissipate, corrode
I look upon my life
And I'm dissatisfied
Though somewhat dignified
I'm still being rectified
Why can't you leave me be
To my own decree?
I'm still a prisoner
So set me free
I live my life loud off ground, high wound
Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolfhound
Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth?
And do I claw against your throat or do I shout?
(Crescendo)
It's the sound you make when everything is out of shape
(Crescendo)
When your life is disproportionate and you're afraid
That your overblown existence might explode
That your identity might dissipate, corrode
(Crescendo)
It's the sound you make when everything is out of shape
(Crescendo)
When your life is disproportionate and you're afraid
That your overblown existence might explode
That your identity might dissipate, corrode
I live my life loud off ground, high wound
Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolfhound
Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth?
And do I claw against your throat or do I shout?
(Crescendo)
It's the sound you make when everything is out of shape
(Crescendo)
When your life is disproportionate and you're afraid
That your overblown existence might explode
That your identity might dissipate, corrode
(Crescendo)
It's the sound you make when everything is out of shape
(Crescendo)
When your life is disproportionate and you're afraid
That your overblown existence might explode
That your identity might dissipate, corrode
(Crescendo)