Lyrics of Song Ii. Voices

- 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Withdrawn and introverted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.