Van Der Graaf Generator Man-erg
The killer lives inside me: 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. 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, For 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 onto 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.....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........ ---------------------------------------------------------
