Oh what had started today, in a cloud
If I was the sun I would shout
I've got so much shining left before I'm out

I think that my room is aflame
Now I can't remember anything but my name
I'm so cofused, I don't think I know what to do
All the pain

Well we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it

I can't see a thing through the smoke
One lump full of air so as not to choke
I only say one because I think the other broke
I run through the halls, down the stairs
And I try to scream, but nobody cares
I think this is hell, I just pray that God doesn't my flesh tear
All the pain

Well we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it

Well we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it
Oh...

Well we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it

Well we have got to get out of here
In our darkest hour
When we may not make it

In our darkest hour
When we may not make it
When we may not make it
And we may not make it