Final Hour

Lost the will to fight
I just can't anymore figure what's right
This time I have to surrender
'Cause I lost that sense of Self inside.

I let myself try to fake it
But I just can't anymore hide
Forsake it
for I am sunken low and jaded.

Lower buried to the ground
Remaining still as I'm carried to the final hour
Waiting to be called out from this asunder
Swaying back and forth, I falter.