Paroles de Man-erg

The killer lives inside me: 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.
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,
For 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 onto 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.....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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