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 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