Beat of the War Drums

The sun is nearly gone All lights are down Things have to be done I'll get up off the ground Making no sound I am the chosen one Darkness awaits, cold Fallen into the deepest hole No one to call After all, I'm on my own Chains of my guilt I feel a chill Hate and disgust, vaguely but surely I am not allowed to be weak Unwilling to leave Haunted by constant grief Striking - Every endeavor Driving - This endless pain Grinding - A piece of my soul Pounding - I can't move no more This is what I've been waiting for I found what I've been searching for Losing count Turning around Upside down I just can't see Why me? How could it be? I really need Someone like me I don't know why I keep moving my body I hear the beat of the war drums in my head