作词 : Hammill
( Hammill )
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.
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
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...
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.
编辑于2023/12/20更新