I often think of the end in more ways than one
Like a looming darkness beneath the setting sun
It is not that I hate this twilight that is my life
I've just come to terms that there's nothing here but strife
I wake up to the sounds of the gate closing
All of it leading to an unhappy ending
My nightmare is the existence of my reality
Where I have nothing but death and apathy
Every second and every minute, I wait and wait
For something to come and change my fate
All I want is one more chance at redemption
Before the time comes for death and destruction
And so I struggle and walk in this wasteland
All the while thinking I should die underneath the sand
So when they come for me I don't think I'll resist
For I would rather go into the empty and forsaken mist
And as I slowly fade away into the distant horizon
I grasp the idea that I am forever gone