Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Voices , by - D-SevenRelease date: 19.11.2010
Song language: English
Voices |
| '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 want to 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| Withdrawn and introverted |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 |