Текст песни Dream Theater - Ii. Voices
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- john petrucci
`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Withdrawn and introverted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.