Song | Man-Erg |
Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
Album | Real Time [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hammill | |
( Hammill ) | |
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 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. |
zuo ci : Hammill | |
Hammill | |
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 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. |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
Hammill | |
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 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. |