i'll shake the apples from my family tree, so when the autumn comes to take the leaves, we'll write history books from memories that we shared and will forget. well i don't remember 2012, but i heard the world would turn to hell. and compared to that well i'm doing well so i pray to god it really did. well they always ask you not to leave, and i am as they remember me, so when all my friends forget my name, no i won't come back and be the same no i won't come back and be the same and i'm gonna be myself again.
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 die? 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? oh, i am a point in time and space, and i am the truths that i create. and so when 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
