Black cloud looming overhead that only I can see,
Has reached its saturation point, now pouring down on me.
I struggle to maintain the flood that’s building from within.
Now I’ve reached the breaking point, it’s seeping through my skin.
Searching for the inner strength, to hold up my façade.
Send the demons back to hell, and cry out to my God.
This is the time when we have to choose.
Find your power. This is the hour. Find your power.
Thoughts that lurk subconsciously, inflicting torment from within.
Ravaged soul that they can’t see, assuring me I’ll never win.
This is the time when we have to choose.
Find your power. This is the hour. Find your power.
Growing tired of the fight, the demon’s song is getting old.
No more crawling in the cold. Now I’m taking back control.
This is the time when we have to choose.
Find your power. This is the hour. Find your power.
This is the time when we win or lose.
Find your power. Find your power. Find your power.
Now’s the hour. Your final hour to find your power.