The Hour

If this is the hour I resolve You are full of shit If that was a reason you're alive Then Good riddance 'Cause we all have answers But why can't We make sense Of the silence that Felt your Time And I'm not coming Back For more I'm not Coming back for more I'm not What Was our purpose? I admit You are sighted again Where did you end up after all? The excitement And fire I built up Was within me Raging still Igniting my insides I'm incinerate But I'm not Coming back for more I'm not Coming back for more I'm not Fighting for all us When I'm not fighting For me I'm not Trying to win this When I'm not really Trying I'm not Gonna think of tomorrow When there are No promises No more permanence If this is the hour I repent I am full of shit