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
Sun-kissed face on my selerian screen
Video tetris sending me a dream
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