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 myself can I still stay me? Or did I just change my mind? Whoah I am a point in time and space And I am the truth 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