Declining, all color fading 
Defining, [bad word] for me 
Rescinding, my inspiration 
Receding consciousness 

Back in the day, I can recall that, 
My thoughts were unclouded and sage 
There was no black staining the walls of my memories 
Now there's a haze pushing me sideways 
And leaving me nothing to gain 
Taking me back, locking me cold in disparity 

Where was I meant to be? 
I feel I'm lost in a dream 
Long for the day I can be myself 

When I'm free 
When my sun has set 
Released my soul forever 
I'll have no regret 
To be free 
I'll exist again 
No more lost endeavors 
Nothing to contend 
When I'm free 

Color declines, all that defines me 
Is falling away, far behind 
Nothing to keep me with the time, the here and now 

Where am I meant to be? 
I feel I'm lost in a dream 
Yearning again only to be myself 

When I'm free 
When my sun has set 
Released my soul forever 
I'll have no regret 
To be free 
I'll exist again 
No more lost endeavors 
Nothing to contend 
When I'm free 

Time is just a concept 
And always the first thing to fade 
Agony and weakness 
Nothing we can ever evade 
Years are [bad word]  they break us 
Bringing on decay and despair 
Awareness and perception 
Something we can never repair