Where once was sun, there is now rain,
And all our struggle was in vain.
And now is dead all that was born,
And what survived is being torn
Apart.

  [chorus:]
  In a petrified world,
  On a petrified tree,
  Sits a petrified bird
  And sings a petrified song.
  We're losing control,
  We fight to be free,
  But the days are too short,
  And the nights are too long.

You can't imagine life in peace,
And if you try, your mind shall freeze.
But in the darkness realize
That there's a thing that is called life.
Don't cry.

  [chorus:]
  In a petrified world,
  On a petrified tree,
  Sits a petrified bird
  And sings a petrified song.
  We're losing control,
  We fight to be free,
  But the days are too short,
  And the nights are too long.