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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.

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.  
  
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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