My Secret Life

In the shadow of my Empire In the dimness of my realm I am rolling like the heavy thunder And tolling like a bell This is how I live outside the body This is feeling without heart I am bound to the voice who whispers Well, this is who you are... So with pencil and knife I carve and design The truth and the crimes Of My Secret Life In the shadows where I linger In the kingdom I command There is less than you imagine But more than I can stand Saints and angels Run for cover And I am standing here alone Like a newborn on a rolling freight train And a stranger in our home So with pencil and knife The tools true and tried I carve and describe My Secret Life Nothing else is going to satisfy me Like the way I disappear Send a messenger to come and find me So I can get to you from here With pencil and knife The tools true and tried To carve and describe My secret life In the shadow of my empire Down a path I can't define Are the signs to direct you To my secret life My secret life