"The questions I've been asking is quite simple beyound my reach"
"Where does evil live?"
"Is evil in the flesh?"

I sit down in despair, no way [bad word] away
Couldn't stand a nice new day with you
The fuse went out today
Who's around me? Everything got dark
The space behind our closer goes through corridores of pain
I ran through corridores of pain

But I'm not afraid to die
'Cause I'm not afraid to die

I saw the creature reach me as I closed my faith to die
The plastic in the floor are reached out,
you see it in the sky
Thunderballs are softening my fears
I know where I am heading, watch the world right through my tears
I watch the world right through my tears

And I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to die

"I've got negative radio contact"

Not afraid to die
Not afraid to die

"Where does evil live?"

Plasmatic [bad word] sensation, going weakened through the year
And in his reach his target slowly dies.
He dies in distant fear
But now the searchers begin before we make ground,
Still searching for the [bad word] 
Why am I here, why am I bound?
Why am I here, why am I bound?
Why am I here, why am I bound?

And I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to die

In the deep it's nowhere where you can see,
Can you feel the light?