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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 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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