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.
The 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;well, I hope that I'm not damned. I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these, dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace as long as Man lives...
I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these: dictators, saviours, refugees.
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The 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;well, I hope that I'm not damned. I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these, dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace as long as Man lives...
I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these: dictators, saviours, refugees.
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