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 kill
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