You wear the face of strength

The armor of a tank

Keep ya' calm in a balmer's brink

Your eyes are another paint

I seen their true colors through your blinks

Fear not, I'm not here to exploit your chinks

More to reinforce 'em, from the forces sent to see you sink

Stay afloat, and stay a while, and take a break

All you hear is orders barking

Brick and mortar stopping walls and space

What a shame, becoming blame of roots, and no escape

Closing gates on fate like all mistakes are born in place

All it takes is pressing forth with form and grace

Forge a bomb with more than hate

Meet these words with open arms

And plant your feet, the planet shakes

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

While you make the same mistakes

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

Eleven, ten, nine, eight

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

Seven, six, five, four

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

Three, two, one, twelve, -time

Let me in, let me closer

Let me hold on to what you can't composure

I'm no pushover, more like a boulder

Come test me and rest on my shoulders

I really mean it

I know you're the meanest to me 'cause I've seen your hold-ups

And you don't know trust, you only know bluffs

This world is so tough

Guess you're some kind of soldier

Hand on your holster, ready for, and is over

You ever pulled the trigger early and hurt me before I get the closure

I won't beat you to it

I ain't trying, I ain't lying, I'm just speaking truths

And you're implying that I'm hiding

I'm the mirror and all you see is you

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

While you make the same mistakes

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

Eleven, ten, nine, eight

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

Seven, six, five, four

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

Three, two, one, twelve, -time

I ain't really wanna make calls much, don't talk on the phone but

You can hit me on the cordless, in the forefront, where I store us

On the tour bus, where the beat's loud

We can speak now, if you ain't then it's all hush

Quit acting like a loner, try growing up

We were young, when we thought the whole world would disown us

Now we own up to the spilled milk, and the real help is the go rough

When you show love, and it heal welts, sho 'nuff

You know I got your back (back, back)

And that's just speaking facts (facts, facts)

So when I keep it real (real, real)

It's not me you attack ('tack, 'tack)

But anger is your drive (drive, drive)

And that there ain't my map (map, map)

If fire's all you have (have, have)

The water meets your match

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

While you make the same mistakes

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

Eleven, ten, nine, eight

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

Seven, six, five, four

Counter-clockwise, you're going in

Three, two, one, twelve, -time