In two hours time you'll be dead

And not even the bat will remember you

A bird lost in flight to a helmet of red


In that time your heart will turn to led

There's nothing anyone can do

In two hours time you'll be dead


The bat will save you, that's what he always said

But rescue won't come; you're reduced to Ex-Robin number two

A bird lost in flight to a helmet of red


Your hair will change back to red, as blood drips from your head

The red will drain from your costume, your face the same hue

In two hours time you'll be dead


In two hours time you'll be born again

You'll go by the same alias as your killer use too

A bird lost in flight to a helmet of red


And you'll listen to a crowbar beat at your head

For everything that ran through it was a lie you knew

In two hours time you'll be dead

A bird lost in flight to a helmet of red