Текст песни Dream Theater - II. Voices
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- John Petrucci`Love, just don`t stare`He used to say to meevery Sunday morningThe spider in the windowThe angel in the poolThe old man takes the poisonNow the widow makes the rules`So speak, I`m right here`She used to say to menot a word, not a wordJudas on the ceilingthe Devil in my bedI guess Easter`s never comingSo I`ll just wait inside my headLike a scream but sort of silentliving off my nightmaresVoices repeating me`Feeling threatened?We reflect your hopes and fears.`Voices discussing me`Others steal your thoughtsthey`re not confinedwithin your mind.`Thought disorderDream controlNow they read my mind on the radioBut where was the Garden of Eden?I feel elatedI feel depressedSex is death, Death is sexSays it right here on my CrucifixLike a scream but sort of silentliving off my nightmaresVoices protecting me`Good behaviorbrings the Saviorto his knees.`Voices rejecting me`Others steal your thoughtsthey`re not confinedto your own mind.`"I don`t wanna be here, `cause of mysuffering, `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 throughhere 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 floorstaring at the walllike the spider in the windowI wish that I could speakIs there fantasy in refuge?God in politicians?Should I turn on my religion?These demons in my head tell me toI`m lying here in bedSwear my skin is inside outJust another Sunday morningSeen my diary on the newsstandSeems we`ve lost the truth to quicksandIt`s a shame no one is praying`Cause these voices in my headkeep saying...`Love, just don`t stare.``Reveal the Word when you`resupposed to`Withdrawn and introvertedInfectiously perverted`Being laughed at and confusedkeeps us pleasantly amusedenough to stay.`Maybe I`m just Cassandra fleetingTwentieth century Icon bleedingWilling to risk Salvationto escape from isolationI`m witness to redemptionheard you speak but never listenedCan you rid me of my secrets?Deliver us from Darkness?Voices repeating me`Feeling threatened?We reflect your hopes and fears.`Voices discussing meDon`t expect your own MessiahThis neverworld which you desireis only in your mind.