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'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