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