When you wake up in the morning
Do you feel traitorous?
Do you curse yourself
For not following your own heart?
And in the morning when you wake up
Does the sunlight have no warmth?
Because your soul is ice
And cannot weather the storm
Chorus
And when I see you on the street
I pity you
I see the burial of your humanity
And when you go to bed at night
There is no relief from the strife
Salvation has escaped your heavy hand
The ones you love have tried and tried to stop it
They�ve clung to you
They�ve beaten, shrieked, and screamed
But the simple truth is that you are not willing
To find yourself and let your heart be free
Chorus
And when I see you on the street
I pity you
I see the burial of your humanity
And when you go to bed at night
There is no relief from the strife
Salvation has escaped your heavy hand
And when I see you on the street
I pity you
I see the burial of your humanity
And one day when you will die
You�ll hear your weary soul to cry
Damnation now lies in your heavy hand
