I keep my head up to carry the scorn I keep my calm as I’m riding the storm We’ve been low and yet we still get down I wind my heart up preparing to burst Don’t look behind me to see what I’ve burned We get old but who’s to say that it’s true? I had to placate the monument And take shit to throw my hat in the ring Sidestepping rags to rag-less Hip-hop and metal badges Dead dreams on dead eyelashes We’ve been low and still we get down We’ll get you wound up before this is through I’ve got the keys I’m turning the screw Where will I wind up when all this is through? We’ll get you wound up before this is through I’ve got nothing but time on my hands So if I could have said it better then…fuck it I’ve got the dreams to flood a wishing well But no change to keep my wishes well When time is money, only time will tell All these dreams have died and now they’ve gone to hell “Someday you’ll run out of steam,” they say That day is not today. We’ll get you wound up before this is through Where will I wind up when all this is through?