The k**er 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 k**er 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 d**h'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 k**ers, angels
All are these
Dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace
As long as Man lives
I'm just a man, and k**ers, angels
All are these
Dictators, saviours, refugees