The rose-colored glasses are off,
The world is hopeless and gray,
The shadows sleep for naught,
They drag me back to the day,
The man who claims to be me,
Is up to something strange,
Engrossed in marvel and awe,
This world made him deranged,
The rose-colored glasses are off,
This world is nothing but hell,
I'm coasting towards a knife,
To break this carnal shell