| From the wilderness we arose | |
| Spread our wings in search | |
| For answers to eternal questions | |
| Life after death | |
| The meaning of birth | |
| Sometimes we see it | |
| But most times we deny | |
| Too afraid to live | |
| Then we die | |
| Living for dying | |
| In fear of goodbye | |
| Always prepared | |
| Then we die | |
| Sometimes we see it | |
| But most times we deny | |
| Too afraid to live | |
| Then we die | |
| Living for dying | |
| In fear of goodbye | |
| Always prepared | |
| Then we die | |
| Easy to point fingers | |
| So quick to disrespect | |
| What lie right ahead | |
| Blinded by the awe for death | |
| As we hear the clock ticking | |
| We search and swallow lies | |
| We forget what is of value | |
| Then we die | |
| Sometimes we see it | |
| But most times we deny | |
| Too afraid to live | |
| Then we die |