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
Are all me
Dictator, saviour, refugee in war and peace
As long as Man lives

I'm just a man, and killers, angels
Are all me
Dictator, saviour, refugee