I cast off my coat and my troubles at the door
My ambition seemed simpler in years before
But my skin and sight are molding
And these dreams that I'm holding

They seem familiar but I know they’re not mine

Each hole that I fill
Is a color soon to ****
The sure thoughts of this kind
Resemble the mind

Both lacking and endless in time

These dreams are my drive
They’re the reason I’m alive
But although I don’t believe in him
God always seems to hinder them

Those dreams that I spend with hue

This life that you hold
Though its mine it seems quite cold
But despite my talk with fate
It may not yet be too late

To start my endless life anew