The Bell In The Jail

Bell in the Cathedral waking up cities
Fishers out, flowers lined, ready to start
High above behind the stoned wall
From the small window, watching the crowd

Whisper of Gargoyle, my heart is dancing
Dreaming of the world outside

Like a song of prayer
Like a swaying of a wind
Bell will change it's way to ring by what the heart is filled
Like a pouring rain on land
Like a stroke of thunderstorm
Hear the bell ring again
No way out of this sanctuary

Preaching racists, pretending to be good
Wanting to rule other's, filled with greed
Screams of hearts always wasted and left out
Viciously, bringing the innocents to death

What is ugliness
What is foolishness
You can't measure with your eyes

Like a song of prayer
Like a swaying of a wind
Bell will change it's way to ring by what the heart is filled
Like a pouring rain on land
Like a stroke of thunderstorm
Before the bell ring again
Escaping from this sanctuary

Who's the monster?
Who's the man?
Asking to my instinct

What makes a monster?
What makes a man?
Asking to my instinct

Who's the monster?
Who's the man?
Asking to my instinct
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