The decision is mine

Will I remain the same?

The cost of getting forced into something

That used to be a game



The fragments of joy, the fragments of faith

I can still recall when I feel that

I'm present, I just know

If there's anything to regret, I would've been told



Counting hours, counting days

Will you listen, will you play?

Is there anyone, who can get it done?

Taking me back to the place that I once belonged



What if tomorrow was gently taken

Away from me, away from me?



Awaking the memories

Was I meant to get old?

Repressing the agonies

Start breaking the mold



Still waiting for a constant thing to react

But I will save myself some of the time

Keep aiming for a constant thing to react

As the sleeper awakes



Mesmerized by the memories that walk by my side

As soon as the sadness sets in

By an impulse the search will begin



Searching, collecting all the things I possess

Detecting, the insight I've earned in distress

Learning, finally I know how to breathe

Turning, turning away from the greed



So unpleasant, it strikes whenever I call

So relentless as I fall

A grand awakening will kill it all

Nevertheless I'll be my own precious god



I can't resist

The things I've missed

And I'll make sure

It will last this time, I will insist



What if tomorrow was gently taken

Away from me, away from me?



Awaking the memories

Was I meant to get old?

Repressing the agonies

Start breaking the mold

Start breaking the mold



Still waiting for a constant thing to react

But I'll save myself some of the time

Keep aiming for a constant thing to react

As the sleeper awakes