Darkest Hour

On dawn of the day I arose to the thunder again
The pounding in my head
It doesn't seem to phase me
How every scream the pretend not to hear echoes through me
Standing, complacently waiting
I try to tell myself
Our lives are worth more than this
So give me a chance to take it all back,
I'll show you that I'm worth more than your pittance or pity
It's a spit in the face
So don't even try to explain
The earth shakes beneath my feet
And as these buildings