Work Not Play

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 judgment day" And she said:
"I know there's more than one way
But I want my judgment 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