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, savior, refugee in war and peace
As long as Man lives
I'm just a man, and killers, angels
Are all me:
Dictator, savior, refugee