Inside this dying world 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

Inside this dying world We would see hope in our last day For there is still, for there is still beauty But is regret only a word that the living possess? I can only imagine that wrath is being held out So there will be time for us to be redeemed But

We must look past Control is dead in this blind world For we do what we hate Split from inside Betrayed by emotion What is in front of us Shadows are security They have become the solace Of my looking glass heart In search for certainty