Luyện nghe bài hát II. Voices

- Petrucci

'Love, just don't
He to say to me
every Sunday
The spider in the
The in the pool
The old man the poison
Now the widow makes the

'So speak, I'm right
She to say to me
not a word, not a
on the ceiling
the in my bed
I guess never coming
So I'll just wait my head

Like a scream but of silent
off my nightmares

Voices me
'Feeling
We reflect your and fears.'
Voices me
'Others your thoughts
not confined
within mind.'

Thought
Dream
Now they my mind on the radio
But where was the of Eden?

I feel
I feel
Sex is death, is sex
Says it here on my Crucifix

Like a but sort of silent
off my nightmares

Voices me
'Good
the Savior
to his knees.'
Voices me
'Others steal your
not confined
to own mind.'

"I don't wanna be here, of my
suffering, of my illness.
love is worth having, only
love is matters, loving every
on equal terms. "
"You've got to who you're
dealin' with because, a stranger,
a-heh, might come in through
here a gun... and then, what
you do? (Heh.)"
"Everything is immaterial..."
"'n' you know that is immaterial."
"This is not reality..."

I'm on the floor
at the wall
like the in the window
I wish that I speak
Is there in refuge?
God in
Should I turn on my
These demons in my head me to

I'm here in bed
Swear my is inside out
Just Sunday morning

my diary on the newsstand
Seems we've the truth to quicksand
It's a no one is praying
these voices in my head
saying...

'Love, just stare.'
'Reveal the Word when
to'
Withdrawn and
perverted
'Being laughed at and
us pleasantly amused
to stay.'

Maybe I'm just fleeting
century Icon bleeding
Willing to risk
to escape isolation

I'm witness to
you speak but never listened
Can you rid me of my
Deliver us from

repeating me
'Feeling
We reflect your and fears.'
Voices me
Don't expect your own
This netherworld which you
is in your mind.