In the dark, apart fall all family ties.
All alone a mother sits and cries
She is dead to everyone including me,
Her dying soul is bound to a lifeless tree
But everything in this world dies

Way up high a birdie flies
Soaring quickly through the skies
But looking up it's death I see,
Through the dark

I am in a lonely world full of lies
And so I wave a hand and say my good-byes
To a world where no one is free
Where being you is not the best thing to be
Because this place holds a bunlde of spies
Through the dark.