The beholder's eye Held beauty still But it's not about taste It's about fire and will But when the ice and blood Crept in my voice I sang a song of joy You see I'd finally solved The mystery When I was third in line At the guillotine And though my head was spared I was still destroyed So I sang a song of joy I had lost my love Of the infallible And my iron grip On the ungraspable But faith is a fate That you can't avoid So I sang a song of joy Like this- I was Orpheus Then a wandering drunk A hedonist Then a laughing monk Oh but now I'm the signal And I'm the noise And so I sing a song of joy