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 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 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;well, 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