I. Erotomania
(instrumental)
II. Voices
'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'
[Dialogue by rap artist Prix-mo reading from the book "Cultural Revolution".]
"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 wal
