More Than Salvation?

When I get up in the morning

I always feel something inside of me

It seems my stomach’s burning

Or some kind of glow so deep

Or some kind of glow

What have I done, why am I alone, what was I looking for?

There is no tired smile in their faces, what are they living for?

It seems all the years in isolation strike me down

Strike me down

Is there salvation or wages of sin

In isolation they are dancing with grace

This is the time when I should know life is not so long

And I am sick of seeing the ugly face of yesterday

But there’s some spite inside

Which could light up my darkened heart

Is there salvation or wages of sin

In isolation they are dancing with grace