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