Luyện nghe bài hát II. Voices

- Petrucci

'Love, just stare'
He to say to me
Sunday morning
The in the window
The angel in the
The old man takes the
Now the makes the rules

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

Like a scream but sort of
living off my

repeating me
'Feeling
We reflect hopes and fears.'
Voices me
'Others steal your
not confined
within mind.'

Thought
control
Now they read my mind on the
But where was the of Eden?

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

a scream but sort of silent
living off my

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

"I don't wanna be here, of my
suffering, of my illness.
Only is worth having, only
love is what matters, loving
people on terms. "
"You've got to who you're
with because, like a stranger,
a-heh, might come in through
with 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
staring at the
like the spider in the
I wish that I speak
Is there fantasy in
God in
Should I turn on my
These in my head tell me to

I'm here in bed
my skin is inside out
Just another Sunday

Seen my on the newsstand
Seems lost the truth to quicksand
a shame no one is praying
'Cause voices in my head
saying...

'Love, don't stare.'
the Word when you're
to'
Withdrawn and
Infectiously
'Being at and confused
keeps us amused
to stay.'

Maybe I'm Cassandra fleeting
Twentieth Icon bleeding
to risk Salvation
to escape isolation

I'm to redemption
heard you but never listened
Can you rid me of my
us from Darkness?

Voices me
'Feeling
We reflect your and fears.'
Voices me
expect your own Messiah
This netherworld you desire
is only in mind.