Song Lyrics

Many voices going through my head
Voices of the living, and the voices of the dead
Journeys through history, journeys sublime
And even, journeys ‘til the end of time

Ghosts of the future, ghosts of the past
Out alone, will the torture last?
Burning in fires, the fires of hell
Then I’ll wake up soaking, lying in a prison cell

My dream orders, on my mind’s TV camera
I think I’m Bogey living in Casablanca
Scattered newspapers drift across derelict land
Spreading spurious lies and sordid details of my private life
An angel swope to my chest swooping all it’s glory

Yes, but you don’t understand
I was the man hanging from the noose
And you don’t understand
I was the world leader, the world dominator (dominator)

Many voices going through my head
Voices of the living and the voices of the dead
Journeys through history, journeys sublime
And even, journeys to the end of time

Many voices going through my head
Voices of the living and the voices of the dead
Journeys through history, journeys sublime
And even, journeys to the end of time