In remembrance of a view Fresh as d**h's morning dew I see a shadow Looming before me Standing before me I see my destiny I see my guide Looming before me I see my destiny Clearly in my eyes I see my guide No matter how hard I try I can never leave I've lost the will to find What's wrong versus right My time is not made of gold Yet emotions are left to rot The spectrums from black to grey An internal nomadic brain In remembrance of a view Fresh as d**h's morning dew I see a shadow Looming before me Standing before me I see my destiny Clearly in my eyes I see my guide