Man-Erg lyrics

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.

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…