Acedia

Don't get too powerful too fast

Those near you may fight it

Don't become too happy

Or she that says "I love you"

Will stop you dead ahead

Of your destiny

Don't get too spiritual brother!

Or your lover may awaken

And in her morning stupor

Hear you chant another love's name

Again, and again, and again, and again

Don't exclaim your desires

For a flute, a cello or lute

The sounds you would exude

Why the angels themselves they may awaken

For God's sake, for God's sake...!

And don't fall asleep

A whore in your own house

Afraid to speak of heaven and hell

Waiting in that uncomfortable bed

Anticipating the final bell

And knowing all along

...That indeed it will knell.

And knowing you don't care

That you don't care...that you don't dare to care

...If you could only...disappear

And let the bell ring.