Voices - Live at Roseland Ballroom, New York City, NY, 8/30/2000

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 silence
 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 silence
 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 Withdrawn and introverted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.