I have heard recent knockings and wondered aloud in song
The Worth of those years as bound Inspiration
I'll speak the truth though it may be hard to hear it
That part of me, that lithe and fierce spirit
Made prisoner yet molded in my image
Choose, Fate, choose: Mother or Lover, Muse or Martyr
Tenderest to those who won't own me
Singing on for another generation
Traded for a life turned upside-down
I can no longer be the captured Symbol
The personal Siren shining like freedom
Stalked by silent unforgiving reflections
Choose, Fate, choose: Lover or Martyr, Muse or Mother
My head full of heat from one hour's sleep
Lost in the shine of the moment
In this moment - there is love
And nothing but this moment matters
And I touch all the eyes that know who I am and where we began
Desiring to save, resigned to their delusions
Attracting their secrets and deepest wishes
Imagine the taste of a heart bled to dust
Choose, Sister, choose: Mother or Lover, Muse or Martyr
Umb to talons in my creations
From which unknown imaginations
Expect the Song to be the Human./p
I can no longer be the captured Symbol
Conjuring their embrace and feverish whispers
Repeating Youth's pa**ions and locked-lust nightmares
Choose, Sister, choose: Mother or Martyr, Muse or Lover
My head full of heat from one hour's sleep
Found in the shine of the moment
In this moment - there is love
And nothing but this moment matters
As I take them all to a place where everything makes sense again
And all those that agree
And all those if they please
Can bring themselves to love
And lay their hands upon me
And lay their hands upon me