It still surprises me every time I get to open my eyes
Good morning daytime, how ya doin?
The season is ripe
The time of celebration is near
But you keep telling me, "I just don't care."
Hearts grow cold. Did we forget what we believe?
It's time to get up and look at your crooked face
Your ways have become that of a blind man
And now the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife
(Cut it with a knife.)
You're like the ember of a fire whose flame long ago died out
But you keep telling me, "I just don't care."
Hearts grow cold. Did we forget what we believe?
It's time to stand up
So take your stand
Obedience is scarce. And the sacrifices have become obsessive
I only want to be obsessed with you
And to think...all the time I knew
I knew...
I knew I was wrong
Hearts grow cold. Did we forget what we believe?
It's time to stand up
So take your stand