The Bells

The bells are chiming in my dreams,
And I wonder at what cost,
I don’t know who they’re singing for,
But I’m sorry they are lost.
I’m so tired at this moment,
That I feel like I could die,
But my mind won’t drift into deep sleep,
I just can’t close my eyes.
Because those bells, they drive me crazy,
Like a constant song of death,
I can hear them laughing in my face,
They steal away my breath.
I think of all the times that passed,
where I could have beat the game,
But I always chose to do nothing,
So things just stayed the same.
And those bells rung in my head some more,
And they put me in a daze,
They locked me up inside my head,
Like hell inside a maze.

But I don’t regret it.

Those bells became a part of me,
Their sound inside my soul,
The echoes like a potent drug,
As they lived inside my skull.
There was a time when I broke free,
And escaped my prison hell,
But I turned around and walked back in,
So that I could hear the bells.