IN MY DARKEST HOUR      				                  
(by D. Mustaine / D. Ellefson)

In my hour of need, ha, no, you're not there
and though I reached out for you, wouldn't lend a hand. 
Through the darkest hour, grace did not shine on me:
it feels so cold, very cold, no one cares for me.
 
Did you ever think I get lonely? 
Did you ever think that I needed love?
Did you ever think to stop thinking? 
You're the only one that I'm thinking of. 
You'll never know how hard I tried to find my space and satisfy you too. 

Things will be better, when I'm dead and gone,
don't try to understand, knowing you, I'm probably wrong. 

But, oooh, how I lived my life for you, still you'd turn away,
now as I die for you, my flesh still crawls as I breathe your name.
All these years I thought I was wrong, now I know it was you,
raise you head, raise your face, your eyes, tell me who you think you are? 

I walk... I walk alone into the promised land:
there's a better place for me, but it's far, far away...

Everlasting life for me in a perfect world,
but I gotta die first, please God, send me on my way. 

Time has a way of taking time, loneliness is not only felt by fools,
alone, I call to ease the pain, yearning to be held by you, 
alone, so alone, I'm lost, consumed by the pain... 
The pain... The pain... The pain... 
Won't you hold me again, you just laughed: "Ha-ha", bitch!
My whole life is work built on the past, but the time has come, 
when all things shall pass, this good thing passed away.