Erotomania

a  mind  beside  itself-i  erotomania  -  dream  theater

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's  the  garden  of  eden?

i  feel  elated,  i  feel  depressed

the  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

  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

oh,  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  nobody's  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withdrawn  and  introverted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  a  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  never  world  which  you  desire

is  only  in  your  mind