A coat or arms is all we are

The slow decay, a dying star

A sinkhole for the crawling of the hours



Afraid to be what I should be

The sum of all, of new and old

Experience has made me none the wiser



I'm afraid to be happy and I couldn't care less if I was to die



Chimera's wreck around my neck

To start again, to dream again

To fix the things that cursed me from the start



My father smiles at me the child

Now getting tired and losing drive

The clarity that age has brought to me



A new town in the 60's

Out of concrete a design made for tomorrow

And even when the rain comes

We can still find there's a future in tomorrow



I'm afraid to be happy and I couldn't care less if I was to die



These the things I did with my gifts

This the way I loved and I lived



Washed up on the shore

Don't need you no more

Chimera wreck will slip into the bottleneck