"Love,

just

don't

stare!"

He

used

to

say

to

me

e-

very

Sund-

day

morn-

ing.

The

spi-

der

in

the

win-

dow,

the

ang-

el

in

the

pool.

The

old

man

takes

the

poi-

son,

now

the

wi-

dow

makes

the

rules.

"So

speak,

I'm

right

here!"

She

used

to

say

to

me

not

a

word,

not

a

word.

Ju-

das

on

the

cei-

ling

the

de-

vil

in

my

bed.

I

guess

Eas-

ter's

nev-

er

com-

ing,

so

I'll

just

wait

in-

side

my

head.

Like

a

scream

but

sort

of

si-

lent,

li-

ving

off

my

night-

mares!

Voi-

ces

re-

peat-

ing

me!

"Feel-

ing

threat-

ened?

We

re-

flect

your

hopes

and

fears."

Voi-

ces

dis-

cuss-

ing

me!

"O-

thers

steal

your

thoughts,

they're

not

con-

fined

with-

in

your

mind."

Thought

dis-

or-

der,

dream

con-

trol!

Now

they

read

my

mind

on

the

ra-

di-

o,

but

where

was

the

Gar-

den

of

E-

den?

I

feel

e-

lated,

I

feel

de-

pressed.

Sex

is

death,

Cap-

tain

sex.

It

says

it

right

here

on

my

cru-

ci-

fix.

Like

a

scream

but

sort

of

si-

lent,

li-

ving

off

my

night-

mares!

Voi-

ces

pro-

tect-

ing

me!

"Good

be-

ha-

viour

brings

the

Sa-

vior

to

his

knees."

Voi-

ces

re-

ject-

ing

me!

"O-

thers

steal

your

thoughts,

they're

not

con-

fined

to

your

own

mind."

"I

don't

wan-

na

be

here

be-

cause

of

my

suf-

fer-

ing,

be-

cause

of

my

ill-

ness,

ha.

On-

ly

love

is

what,

ha.

Ha,

whose

on-

ly

love

is

what

mat-

ters.

Lov-

ing

e-

very

peo-

ple

on

e-

qual

terms,

ha!

You've

got

to

know

who

you're

deal-

ing

with

be-

cause

like

a

stan-

ger,

ha,

just

might

come

in

through

here

with

a

gun.

And

then,

what

would

you

do,

ha?

E-

very-

thing

is

im-

ma-

ter-

i-

al!"

Mm,

woah.

I'm

kneel-

ing

on

the

floor,

staring

at

the

wall

like

the

spi-

der

in

the

win-

dow.

I

wish

that

I

could

speak.

Is

there

fan-

ta-

sy

in

re-

fuge?

God

in

po-

li-

ti-

cians?

Should

I

turn

on

my

re-

li-

gion?

These

de-

mons

in

my

head

tell

me

to!

I'm

ly-

ing

here

in

bed,

swear

my

skin

is

in-

side

out.

Just

a-

noth-

er

Sun-

day

morn-

ing.

Seen

my

dia-

rrhea

on

the

news-

stand,

seems

we've

lost

the

truth

to

quick-

sand.

It's

a

shame

no-

one

is

pray-

ing,

'cause

these

voi-

ces

in

my

head

keep

say-

ing:

"Love,

just

don't

stare.

Re-

veal

the

world

when

you're

sup-

posed

to."

With-

drawn

and

in-

tro-

ver-

ted,

in-

fec-

tious-

ly

per-

ver-

ted.

"Be-

ing

laughed

at

and

con-

fused,

keeps

us

pleas-

ant-

ly

a-

mused

e-

nough

to

stay."

May-

be

I'm

just

Cas-

san-

dra

fleet-

ing,

Twen-

ti-

eth

cen-

tury

i-

con

bleed-

ing.

Will-

ing

to

risk

sal-

va-

tion

to

es-

cape

from

i-

so-

la-

tion.

I'm

wit-

ness

to

re-

demp-

tion,

heard

you

speak,

but

ne-

ver

lis-

tened.

Can

you

rid

me

of

my

se-

crets,

De-

li-

ver

us

from

dark-

ness?

Voi-

ces

re-

pel-

ling

me!

"Feel-

ing

threat-

ened?

We

re-

flect

your

hopes

and

fears."

Voi-

ces

dis-

cuss-

ing

me!

Don't

ex-

pect

your

own

Mes-

siah!

This

ne-

ther

world

which

you

de-

sire

is

on-

ly

in

your

mind.