The bell rings . . .   It's a decade past my decadence   My beast wears rings and he's waiting   In the shadows of my hesitations, my silent   Hesitations . . . Each image is so clear;   It seems I have no hands   The gestures of the air confuse all my demands      And the beast hears the bell; he comes   Out of the shadows. He rips apart the shadows . . .   And he says:      ";This is work and not play";   And he says:   ";There's always more than one way . . .   This is work not play";      Refrain:   I see the ghosts of my childhood . . .   Dressed in blue, they trail me in the night   They drive these cars with real upholstery   They trail me until . . . here comes the night      She was standing, standing on the balcony   Her black, black eyes folded over her eyelids   Like sheets on motel beds . . .   She must be eatin' reds   This place is filled with mirrors   It echoes what she said   And she said:         ";I need a judgement day";And she said:   ";I know there's more than one way,   But I want my judgement day . . .";      Repeat Refrain      To sleep without dreams   So distant from the mirror   Imitating clarity, disguising   All the terror . . . I heard a thousand bells   From a thousand old cathedrals   They rang . . . I haven't heard them since   A decade past my decadence   The beast hears the bell      I'm cursed to be a singer   A singer of the flames   A thinker of a fire   And a son without a name