In the dark there is a light that
Is so, so small, it can’t have saved me from this—

Indeed it hasn’t: only has pushed me deeper in the dark.

Our story is of a
heartbreaking youthful nation.

We love in spite of pain;
we harm in spite of peace,

We shiver with drugs;
we preach about morality,

We live in pleasure;
we go on suicide missions,

We crave the dark;
we're safe in the light.

Ours is the fellowship
in eternal pride.

Aye, it’s not enough,
but I can’t give more,
for surely I’ll lose
what started this all
—so I must let go.