The path to unknown glory, the road to unknown fate 

The never-ending story, a prophet or a snake 

Being doomed from the start, transgression a la carte 

Theories state the sadness to the human mystery 

Temptation to the madness that plagues society 

Strapping crosses to our back, we brace for the attack 



The tolling of the bell, prophets do foretell 

A soul to buy and sell, no sentence with reprieve 

The tolling of the bell 



Sanity of honor, insecurity of shame 

Rounding of the corner to a street that bears your name 

A destiny in doubt, a spinning roundabout 

The sanctity of knowledge, a thunderstorm of tears 

A future now acknowledged, the facing of your fears 

At the end you'll pay the cost for the game you've played and lost 



The tolling of the bell, prophets do foretell 

A soul to buy and sell, no sentence with reprieve 

The tolling of the bell, the spirit leaves the shell 

Magic of the spell created to deceive 

The tolling of the bell 



Cleansing of obsession, a soul hung out to dry 

Bleaching of confessions, excuses, alibis 

False redemption of the heart, false reality is art 

Holidays in Babylon will finally end one day 

You'll testify to goings on, a lifelong resume 

The mirror's coming clear, revealing yesteryear 



The tolling of the bell, prophets do foretell 

A soul to buy and sell, no sentence with reprieve 

The tolling of the bell, the spirit leaves the shell 

Magic of the spell created to deceive 

The tolling of the bell, prophets do foretell 

A soul to buy and sell, no sentence with reprieve 

The tolling of the bell, the spirit leaves the shell 

Magic of the spell created to deceive 

The tolling of the bell 

The tolling of the bell