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