I can only imagine that wrath is being held out

So there will be time for us to be redeemed

But surely wrath is not being held out

So that we may redeem ourselves

For I've seen the madness

Of those who died trying

But is regret only a word that the living possess?

I long to see their faces

Regardless of the decay

For in the eyes of the deceased...

We would see hope in our last day

Inside this dying world

For there is still beauty

Inside this dying world

For what good is there holding off wrath

If we are determined

To bring wrath upon ourselves