The Final Hour

[J.R.]

Incinerate the liar, insinuating fire!
Destruction's a dumb, but default desire.                                     
Over and under,  ready to retire,
squires get higher til their suppliers cut the wire.

Fist to the ground, reverberating sound,
bound to ideals you're tightly wound around.
Twisting a frown, you found it profound,
you surrounded the town but it's already burning down.

Over and under, in under an hour
I'm going down.

Pinching your purse, to try and reverse your thirst.
Coerced by the urge to splurge, and quench it first.
Rehearsing a curse because your headaches about to burst,
but can't reimburse the verse if it's the worst of the worst.

Bend in the wind to rejuvenate your power.
Don't worry about repercussions, and never cower.
Over and under, Babel builds a tower,
and no one's immune to the infernal Our. 

Over and under, in under an hour
I'm going down

I really like the vibe of the piece but I cant tell if the message is one of giving up or fighting back. Maybe it means by fighting you are going down. I don't like "bend in the wind to rejuvenate your power" because to me when something of someone bends to the wind they are structurally unsound so how is it rejuvenating power