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.