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
For as long as man lives
♪
I'm just a man
And killers, angels, all are these
Dictators, saviours, refugees