Voices rejecting me
"So speak, I'm right here"
Feeling threatened?
Should I turn on my religion?
Is there fantasy in refuge?
I wish that I could speak
Living off my nightmares
Loving every people on equal terms
Thought disorder
Now the widow makes the rules
Others steal your thoughts
Voices repeat me
The angel in the pool
Infectiously perverted
Voices repeating me
Living off my nightmares
Seems we've lost the truth to quicksand
Feeling threatened?
So I'll just wait inside my head
I feel depressed
I feel elated
These demons in my head tell me to
Voices discussing me
I'm kneeling on the floor
I'm witness to redemption
Seen my diary on the newsstand
Willing to risk salvation
'Cause these voices in my head keep saying
The old man takes the poison
Being laughed at and confused
Only love is what matters
Like the spider in the window
Withdrawn and introverted
Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting
Sex is death, death is sex
Only love is worth having
You've got to know, who you're dealin' with
And you know that reality is immaterial, this is not reality
We reflect your hopes and fears
Love, just don't stare
Every Sunday morning
Staring at the wall
And then, what would you do?
Like a scream but sort of silent
Swear my skin is inside out
Because, like a stranger
God in politicians
The spider in the window
Good behavior brings the Savior to his knees
But where's the Garden of Eden?
Don't expect your own Messiah
Keeps us pleasantly amused enough to stay
It's a shame no one is praying
Twentieth century icon bleeding
Deliver us from Darkness?
She used to say to me
Just might come in through here with a gun
Like a scream but sort of silent
Everything is immaterial
They're not confined within your mind
Reveal the word when you're supposed to
Now they read my mind on the radio
Voices discussing me
I guess Easter's never coming
Says it's right here on my Crucifix
Dream control
Can you rid me of my secrets?
We reflect your hopes and fears
'Cause of my suffering, 'cause of my illness
They're not confined to your own mind
To escape from isolation
Judas on the ceiling
Just another Sunday morning
Heard you speak but never listened
Not a word, not a word
The devil in my bed
Voices protecting me
I'm lying here in bed
This neverworld which you desire
Others steal your thoughts
