Drown my sorrows in this water that gives life

Regret just throws your way, it's hard to realize

This mess is cursed, this dagger's out, please save my soul

Conviction crushes down, I'm going on my own

Hard times, the hour of reckoning

Who is left? Run to the grave

You kill the logic in each word that has been taught

Contradictions blind the message that you brought

This mind is mine, this dagger's sharp, I'll own my soul

Conviction crushes down, I'm going on my own

Hard times, the hour of reckoning

Who is left? Run to the grave

Shattered instinct like a gunshot ripping through that empty night

I try my best to keep my head up high

Question it all, was I lied to? Searching for what's wrong or right

Like all the rest, I'm left up to myself

Only answer: it's not your fault, it's coming from the fires inside

Now the guiding light is my own mind

Hard times, the hour of reckoning

Who is left? Run to the grave