Peter Hammill - 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.The angels live inside me, I can feel them smile;their presence strokes and soothes the tempest in my mindand their love can heal the wounds that I have wrought.They watch me as I go to fall;well, I know I shall be caughtwhile 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 gloomand Death's Head throws his cloak into the corner of my roomand I am doomed.But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youthand 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 killers, angels, all are these,dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peaceas long as Man lives...I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these:dictators, saviours, refugees
