What is this darkness?

That's right behind your couch

That strangles you on TV

And puts cotton in your mouth?

There's a bomber overhead

And there's a famine down the street

What is this darkness that we're afraid to meet?

A network interruption

A TV bulletin

Our eyes are glued to the screen 

There's a monster coming in

In about an hour

That's when the torture starts

A sound is in the living room

And it almost stops your heart

What is this darkness

That paralyzes us

That makes the world a monster

And takes away our trust.