• Sell me the song of your soul

    You’re living a lie just look and behold

    It’s just beyond and underneath

    The ground on which the preachers preach

    A world of chaos and destruction

    Rape, murder, and abduction

    Bodies burn in the fires of hell

    So tell me now.

    Will you sell?





    Read me the story of your life

    Filled with misery, pain, and strife

    Run and hide underneath your bed

    While dreadful stories play in your head

    Make these words come alive

    Though only to which we can derive

    The world of its precious hope

    Searching for its endless slope

    Travel down the snowy mountains side

    Read me the story of your life





    Show me the bed in which you sleep

    Full of lonely nights and countless sheep

    Where thoughts of exposure burn into your brain

    Your desire dripping, light as rain

    Ina ratty apartment room

    Big enough for a bed and broom

    The pictures lay broken on a wooden floor

    Of all good times, never the poor

    A time when your heart could leap

    Now show me the bed in which you sleep





    Sing to me of who you are

    Where did you come from? Did you travel far?

    Did the lonely nights under the moon

    Make you miss her oh so soon?

    Lie on your back, and let the music flow

    While the sand consumes you soft as snow

    On a sailboat out at sea

    Out by the railing show to me

    Hang onto the metal bar

    As you sing to me of whom you are.





    Show me the labyrinth of your mind

    Imagine all the things that I could find

    Wandering through the glorious maze

    Clouded with a wondrous haze

    Cut the ties that hold you here

    Don’t be afraid, it’s only fear

    Cut the ties that bind

    As you show me the labyrinth of your mind.