Well, if winter comes and takes my life
Will it be the death I had in mind?
Or will I be captured in the ice
To preserve the way I died?

Well, at 27 will I see?
That I was born to be the man I'll be
And if I change my self can I still stay me?
Or did I just change my mind?

I am a point in time and space
And I am the truths that I create
And so where my matter takes its stand
No, it doesn't matter who I am

No, it doesn't matter who I am
And I'm gonna be