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
