Privileged, a chosen few

Blessed with our time in hell

Witness a divine vision, the day we all fell still.

Rapture of the dying age, a shattered hourglass

Wrath of the warring gods and so this too shall pass.

It's only getting worse, not worth a moment's regret

Each dawn another curse, every breath a twisting blade

What will be left behind in the ashes of the wake?

An I'll wind blows this way, the edge of the envelope burns

Forbearance and my vengance, payment for your intent

Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace

Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace.

(Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace

Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace.)

God forbid you read the signs.

Watch for meanings between the lines

Gehenna has now arrived, no hindsight for the blind.

Your trust has been misplaced, believed the lies told to your face

Became another casualty and now it's too late.

You finally made it home, draped in the flag that you fell for.

And so it goes

The ashes of the wake.

It's only getting worse...