This place is like no place.
It is decorated with flowers,
Birds and paintings of earth.
People come, people go.
No murder, no crime,
No one ever dies.
No one is ever sick.
Can we call it paradise ?
Why would paradise be perfect ?
If god would have wanted a perfect place,
He would have made earth perfect.
There seems to be no single failure.
But at the end of this place,
There is something.
Something that could blow up,
Something that could explode,
Something that could burn,
Cause wild winds, make the sky rain,
Take the sun away, stop earth from turning.
What is it ? No one will ever know.
Cause when it will show up,
All will be destroyed,
The land will be dark,
Nights are going to stay nights,
And days are going to turn into nights.
What is this thing ?
No one will ever know.
That's why we call this place,
Never Land.

- Never Land
  Krypton [Grip/Ad]