In Our Darkest Hour Testo

grew into a fire and spread out again
And I just woke up there surrounded by the whole thing
And we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
We may not make it
I can't see a thing through the smoke
and if I can breathe I try not to choke
No where to run no where to hide no where to go
Sometimes I get stuck yeah I get so upset
I'll burn at the ends and lose all regret
Just one toss of that fateful cigarette
We have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
I think the end is near I can feel it
We have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it
In our darkest hour
i think the end is near
i keep feelin we have gotta get outta here
in our darkest hour
we may not make it
in our darkest hour