Man-Erg

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'll not die. I'm just a man, and killers, angels, All are me: Dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace As long as Man lives... I'm just a man, and killers, angels, All are me: Dictators, saviours, refugees...