Wander In Time (The End of the Line)

The walls crumble in time
The hatred of this world burns deep inside
All hope is lost, this battle I've fought
My will has been broken, but still I march on

Empty inside as I contemplate lies
The end of the road; a mirage, a disguise.

When will this end?
When will this end?

Wander in time
Contemplate the end of this life.
Not this time
I can't see the end of the line.

Where do we find the will to survive?
I can't go on.