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