´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Withdrawn and introverted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.