Tytuł: Voices

• Wykonawca: Dream Theater
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Love, just don't 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, I'm 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 Easter's never coming
   So I'll 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
   they're 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
   they're not confined
   to your own mind.'
  
   "I don't wanna be here, 'cause of my
   suffering, 'cause of my illness.
   Only love is worth having, only
   love is what matters, loving every
   people on equal terms. "
   "You've got to know who you're
   dealin' with because, like a stranger,
   a-heh, just might come in through
   here with a gun... and then, what
   would you do? (Heh.)"
   "Everything is immaterial..."
   "'n' you know that reality is immaterial."
   "This is not reality..."
  
   I'm 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
  
   I'm lying here in bed
   Swear my skin is inside out
   Just another Sunday morning
  
   Seen my diary on the newsstand
   Seems we've lost the truth to quicksand
   It's a shame no one is praying
   'Cause these voices in my head
   keep saying...
  
   'Love, just don't stare.'
   'Reveal the Word when you're
   supposed to'
   Withdrawn and introverted
   Infectiously perverted
   'Being laughed at and confused
   keeps us pleasantly amused
   enough to stay.'
  
   Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting
   Twentieth century Icon bleeding
   Willing to risk Salvation
   to escape from isolation
  
   I'm 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
   Don't expect your own Messiah
   This neverworld which you desire
   is only in your mind.