In Answer... 가사

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/p> 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 passions 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.