all this terror in my lifenpaints a picture of my soulnand fading timennhardly noticednhardly recognized that my sightnhad gonennbecause I would rather hear a lienthan to finally see all of this eye to eyenoh its the truthnit's more than I want to knownnoh where are these ndays going I can't saynbut I have to staynnthere's no other place for nownwhether I am here or I'm down in doubtncause no one knows my namenthey can hardly see my facenno one can hear me when I singnnfriend and foentogether, forever we'll benfriend and foenthe place that drags me down will benfriend and foe and when I look up in the skynand when I look up in the skynthe birds they know, oohnnspread your wingsnnow you knownI can hear you sing, oohnnas you go (x3)