Dies Irae

Torn by wrath Tormented by docility I sit and wonder I wonder about responsibility Who is to judge and to be judged To be held accountable Is it my right to wonder? How dare I, when morals matter Ethical wars Whose eyes perceive treason See my sins as sins And judge: Who is to be held accountable? Echoes, echoes so it echoes calls into forests Jurisdiction fatal amusement Fewer than few Who is held responsible? Taste air conscience lines silver in golden light The ground paired with body weight Shows you where truth lies Believe is it to believe in what you know Torn by truth tormented by docility You sit and wonder, wonder to is to be held accountable?