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I. erotomania
(instrumental)
Ii. voices
and'love, just donand't stareand'
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
and'so speak, iand'm right hereand'
she used to say to me
not a word, not a word
judas on the ceiling
the devil in my bed
i guess easterand's never coming
so iand'll just wait inside my head
Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
Voices repeating me
and'feeling threatened?
we reflect your hopes and fearsand'
voices discussing me
and'others steal your thoughts
theyand're not confined
within your mindand'
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
and'good behavior
brings the savior
to his kneesand'
voices rejecting me
and'others steal your thoughts
theyand're not confined
to your own mindand'
[dialogue by rap artist prix-mo reading from the book andquot;cultural revolutionandquot;.]
andquot;i donand't wanna be here, and'cause of my
suffering, and'cause of my illness.
only love is worth having, only
love is what matters, loving every
people on equal terms.andquot;
andquot;youand've got to know who youand're
dealinand' with, because, like a stranger,
a-heh, just might come in through
here with a gun... and then, what
would you do? (heh.)andquot;
andquot;everything is immaterial...andquot;
andquot;and'nand' you know that reality is immaterial.andquot;
andquot;this is not reality...andquot;
Iand'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
Iand'm lying here in bed
swear my skin is inside out
just another sunday morning
Seen my diary on the newsstand
seems weand've lost the truth to quicksand
itand's a shame no one is praying
and'cause these voices in my head
keep saying...
and'love, just donand't stare.and'
and'reveal the word when youand're supposed to.and'
withdrawn and introverted
infectiously perverted
and'being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused
enough to stay.and'
Maybe iand'm just cassandra fleeting
twentieth century icon bleeding
willing to risk salvation
to escape from isolation
Iand'm witness to redemption
heard you speak but never listened
can you rid me of my secrets?
deliver us from darkness?
Voices repeating me
and'feeling threatened?
we reflect your hopes and fears.and'
voices discussing me
donand't expect your own messiah
this neverworld which you desire
is only in your mind.
Iii. the silent man
A question well served
and'is silence like a fever?and'
and'a voice never heard?and'
and'or a message with no receiver?and'
Pray they wonand't ask
behind the stained glass
thereand's always one more mask
Has man been a victim
of his woman, of his father?
if he elects not to bother
will he suffocate their faith?
Desperate to fall
behind the great wall
that seperates us all
When there is reason
tonight iand'm awake
when thereand's no answer
arrive the silent man
If there is balance
tonight heand's awake
if they have to suffer
there lies the silent man
Sin without deceivers
a god with no believers
i could sail by
on the winds of silence
and maybe they wonand't notice
but this time i think
itand'd be better if i swim
When there is reason
tonight iand'm awake
when thereand's no answer
arrive the silent man
if there is balance
tonight heand's awake
but if they have to suffer
there lies the silent man
Dream Theater
A mind beside itself
A mind beside itself
I. erotomania
(instrumental)
Ii. voices
and'love, just donand't stareand'
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
and'so speak, iand'm right hereand'
she used to say to me
not a word, not a word
judas on the ceiling
the devil in my bed
i guess easterand's never coming
so iand'll just wait inside my head
Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
Voices repeating me
and'feeling threatened?
we reflect your hopes and fearsand'
voices discussing me
and'others steal your thoughts
theyand're not confined
within your mindand'
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
and'good behavior
brings the savior
to his kneesand'
voices rejecting me
and'others steal your thoughts
theyand're not confined
to your own mindand'
[dialogue by rap artist prix-mo reading from the book andquot;cultural revolutionandquot;.]
andquot;i donand't wanna be here, and'cause of my
suffering, and'cause of my illness.
only love is worth having, only
love is what matters, loving every
people on equal terms.andquot;
andquot;youand've got to know who youand're
dealinand' with, because, like a stranger,
a-heh, just might come in through
here with a gun... and then, what
would you do? (heh.)andquot;
andquot;everything is immaterial...andquot;
andquot;and'nand' you know that reality is immaterial.andquot;
andquot;this is not reality...andquot;
Iand'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
Iand'm lying here in bed
swear my skin is inside out
just another sunday morning
Seen my diary on the newsstand
seems weand've lost the truth to quicksand
itand's a shame no one is praying
and'cause these voices in my head
keep saying...
and'love, just donand't stare.and'
and'reveal the word when youand're supposed to.and'
withdrawn and introverted
infectiously perverted
and'being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused
enough to stay.and'
Maybe iand'm just cassandra fleeting
twentieth century icon bleeding
willing to risk salvation
to escape from isolation
Iand'm witness to redemption
heard you speak but never listened
can you rid me of my secrets?
deliver us from darkness?
Voices repeating me
and'feeling threatened?
we reflect your hopes and fears.and'
voices discussing me
donand't expect your own messiah
this neverworld which you desire
is only in your mind.
Iii. the silent man
A question well served
and'is silence like a fever?and'
and'a voice never heard?and'
and'or a message with no receiver?and'
Pray they wonand't ask
behind the stained glass
thereand's always one more mask
Has man been a victim
of his woman, of his father?
if he elects not to bother
will he suffocate their faith?
Desperate to fall
behind the great wall
that seperates us all
When there is reason
tonight iand'm awake
when thereand's no answer
arrive the silent man
If there is balance
tonight heand's awake
if they have to suffer
there lies the silent man
Sin without deceivers
a god with no believers
i could sail by
on the winds of silence
and maybe they wonand't notice
but this time i think
itand'd be better if i swim
When there is reason
tonight iand'm awake
when thereand's no answer
arrive the silent man
if there is balance
tonight heand's awake
but if they have to suffer
there lies the silent man
