Wrath Upon Ourselves

I can only imagine that wrath is being held out
So that 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, 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
We would see hope in our last day inside this dying world
For there is still, for there is still beauty inside this dying world
We would see hope in our last day inside this dying world
For there is still, for there is still beauty inside this dying world