I look upon my life and then I realize Its but an endless strife and I may not ever rise Transcend 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, wolf hound Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth? And do I claw against your throat or do I shout?
[Chorus] Crescendo! Its 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 let me be? To my own decree I'm still a prisoner, so set me free