| Lyrics: | The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move.
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping
in
the quiet of his room,
but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine;
he'll speak my
words and slice my mind inside.
Yes the killer lives.
Angels live inside me: I can feel
them smile...
Their presence strokes
and soothes the tempest in my mind
and their
love can heal the wounds
that I have wrought.
They watch me as I go to fall
- well, I
know I shall be caught,
while the angels live.
How can I be free?
How can I get
help?
Am I really me?
Am I someone else?
But stalking in my cloisters hang the
acolytes
of gloom
and Death's Head throws his cloak into
the corner of my
room
and I am doomed...
But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters
of my
youth
and solemn, waiting Old Man
in the gables of the roof:
he tells me
truth...
And I too, live inside me and very often
don't know who I am:
I know
I'm not a hero, but
I hope that I'll not die.
I'm just a man, and killers,
angels,
are all me:
Dictator, saviour, refugee in war and peace
as long as Man
lives...
I'm just a man, and killers, angels,
are all me:
Dictator, saviour,
refugee |
