Dream theater - voices
Love, just dont stare
He used to say to me
every Sunday morning
The spider in the window
The angel in the pool
The old man takes the poison
Now the widow makes the rules
So speak, Im right here
She used to say to me
not a word, not a word
Judas on the ceiling
the Devil in my bed
I guess Easters never coming
So Ill just wait inside my head
Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
Voices repeating me
Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.
Voices discussing me
Others steal your thoughts
theyre not confined
within your mind.
Thought disorder
Dream control
Now they read my mind on the radio
But where was the Garden of Eden?
I feel elated
I feel depressed
Sex is death, Death is sex
Says it right here on my Crucifix
Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
Voices protecting me
Good behavior
brings the Savior
to his knees.
Voices rejecting me
Others steal your thoughts
theyre not confined
to your own mind.
quot;I dont wanna be here, cause of my [Dialogue by rap artist Prix-mo ]
suffering, cause of my illness. [reading from the book quot;Cultural ]
Only love is worth having, only [Revolutionquot;. ]
love is what matters, loving every
people on equal terms. quot;
quot;Youve got to know who youre
dealin with because, like a stranger,
a-heh, just might come in through
here with a gun... and then, what
would you do? (Heh.)quot;
quot;Everything is immaterial...quot;
quot;n you know that reality is immaterial.quot;
quot;This is not reality...quot;
Im kneeling on the floor
staring at the wall
like the spider in the window
I wish that I could speak
Is there fantasy in refuge?
God in politicians?
Should I turn on my religion?
These demons in my head tell me to
Im lying here in bed
Swear my skin is inside out
Just another Sunday morning
Seen my diary on the newsstand
Seems weve lost the truth to quicksand
Its a shame no one is praying
Cause these voices in my head
keep saying...
Love, just dont stare.
Reveal the Word when youre
supposed to
Withdrawn and introverted
Infectiously perverted
Being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused
enough to stay.
Maybe Im just Cassandra fleeting
Twentieth century Icon bleeding
Willing to risk Salvation
to escape from isolation
Im witness to redemption
heard you speak but never listened
Can you rid me of my secrets?
Deliver us from Darkness?
Voices repeating me
Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.
Voices discussing me
Dont expect your own Messiah
This neverworld which you desire
is only in your mind.
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