It is not the dark that intimidates you,
it is the ones who cast it on you.

Easily, surely, will it take you away before the morning sky,
greet you and you utter your goodbye.

Until the light you won't live, won't die, won't fight for a wish,
you are not, your pieces, they didn't fit.

When the blinding light then comes, it's all dark.
Crawling back inside, you think that you'll die,

but you aren't alive, you can't die! They made this,
made up this little lie.