The Fatal Hour
Embracing the Fatal Hour: A Journey through Desolation and Redemption
Lyrics
Here we are pushing the last breathe I gasp away
Facing imminent death, struggling to hold onto my last breath.
My bones are aching
Experiencing intense physical pain in my bones.
There's nothing left for me to say We've reached the end of an open road
Having nothing more to express, reaching the conclusion of a journey.
Does it all end here in waiting all alone
Questioning if everything culminates in waiting alone.
In the midst of a war I might not win
In the midst of a battle I may not emerge victorious.
Counteracting my thoughts with a bottle
Trying to silence my thoughts with alcohol.
Am I fighting myself can I prevail Am I loosing it all at the start again
Contemplating if I am my own adversary and if I can overcome, fearing a repeated loss from the beginning.
There's a line at the end that I grab for one that leaves me torn
Reaching for a line at the end, torn between choices.
When everything faded away I'll be here waiting in eternity
In the aftermath of everything disappearing, anticipating an eternal wait.
This is my final moment
Acknowledging that this is my final moment.
I'm all alone
Feeling isolated and abandoned.
I can't escape my own hell
Unable to escape my personal hell.
I can't escape this fucking hell
Emphasizing the inescapability of the torment.
All around me everything turns to stone
Witnessing everything around me turning lifeless and unfeeling.
Disconnecting myself like broken bones
Detaching myself from the world like fractured bones.
Am I fighting myself there's no piece of mind
Questioning if the internal struggle denies any peace of mind.
There's a line at the end that I grab for
Reaching for a line at the end, seeking resolution.
One that leaves me empty broken and torn
Choosing a line that leaves me feeling empty, broken, and torn.
Is this the end of life
Contemplating if this is the end of life.
Is this the end of salvation
Questioning if this marks the end of salvation.
Is this the end of life
Repeating the uncertainty about the end of life.
Is this the end of salvation Watching my soul be devoured Ticking down this Fatal Hour
Observing the soul being consumed, counting down to the inevitable fatal hour.
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