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