My Soul Wants You to Hear the Bell

This is the sound of astounded souls --
Looking in to the world of matter and hologram from here
Where I lay muted underground
There is no funeral for the dead, no sound
We’ve been replaced by smiles and invisible hardship
The waters fail to be muddy with blood
But here they are.

Here the songs are replaced with loudness
Hoping to reach my family
With the sounding bell
"I am not there any more” it resounds
You’re making love to someone else
And I can’t stand it
We ring the bell louder so you’ll cry out.

I’m crying out in pain
For my life ended and the death certificate
Was replaced with a clone
An onion with a layer peeled off
Over and over
And you have the seed now
That is all that is left.

My soul wants you to hear the bell
I want to be missed
I want grief placed on your forehead
And blood marked on the door
So God will pass overhead
And you will have salvation
Because here and there so far there is no evidence of God.