| Song | Man-Erg |
| Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
| Album | Maida Vale |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Hammill |
| [00:22.54] | The killer lives inside me; yes, I can feel him move. |
| [00:41.40] | Sometimes he's lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room; |
| [00:58.65] | but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine, |
| [01:08.76] | he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside. |
| [01:19.65] | Yes, the killer lives. |
| [01:37.43] | The angels live inside me, I can feel them smile; |
| [01:57.27] | their presence strokes and soothes the tempest in my mind |
| [02:11.48] | and their love can heal the wounds that I have wrought. |
| [02:22.28] | They watch me as I go to fall; |
| [02:28.90] | well, I know I shall be caught |
| [02:33.05] | while the angels live. |
| [03:34.97] | How can I be free? |
| [03:37.35] | How can I get help? |
| [03:39.77] | Am I really me? |
| [03:42.10] | Am I someone else? |
| [05:21.33] | But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes of gloom |
| [05:25.98] | and Death's Head throws his cloak into the corner of my room |
| [05:39.34] | and I am doomed. |
| [05:52.63] | But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youth |
| [06:01.59] | and solemn, waiting Old Man in the gables of the roof: |
| [06:10.78] | he tells me truth. |
| [08:18.56] | And I, too, live inside me and very often don't know who I am; |
| [08:36.13] | I know I'm not a hero;well, I hope that I'm not damned. |
| [08:53.58] | I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these, |
| [09:03.92] | dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace |
| [09:14.89] | as long as Man lives... |
| [09:32.01] | I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these: |
| [09:42.34] | dictators, saviours, refugees. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Hammill |
| [00:22.54] | The killer lives inside me yes, I can feel him move. |
| [00:41.40] | Sometimes he' s lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room |
| [00:58.65] | but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine, |
| [01:08.76] | he' ll speak my words and slice my mind inside. |
| [01:19.65] | Yes, the killer lives. |
| [01:37.43] | The angels live inside me, I can feel them smile |
| [01:57.27] | their presence strokes and soothes the tempest in my mind |
| [02:11.48] | and their love can heal the wounds that I have wrought. |
| [02:22.28] | They watch me as I go to fall |
| [02:28.90] | well, I know I shall be caught |
| [02:33.05] | while the angels live. |
| [03:34.97] | How can I be free? |
| [03:37.35] | How can I get help? |
| [03:39.77] | Am I really me? |
| [03:42.10] | Am I someone else? |
| [05:21.33] | But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes of gloom |
| [05:25.98] | and Death' s Head throws his cloak into the corner of my room |
| [05:39.34] | and I am doomed. |
| [05:52.63] | But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youth |
| [06:01.59] | and solemn, waiting Old Man in the gables of the roof: |
| [06:10.78] | he tells me truth. |
| [08:18.56] | And I, too, live inside me and very often don' t know who I am |
| [08:36.13] | I know I' m not a hero well, I hope that I' m not damned. |
| [08:53.58] | I' m just a man, and killers, angels, all are these, |
| [09:03.92] | dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace |
| [09:14.89] | as long as Man lives... |
| [09:32.01] | I' m just a man, and killers, angels, all are these: |
| [09:42.34] | dictators, saviours, refugees. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Hammill |
| [00:22.54] | The killer lives inside me yes, I can feel him move. |
| [00:41.40] | Sometimes he' s lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room |
| [00:58.65] | but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine, |
| [01:08.76] | he' ll speak my words and slice my mind inside. |
| [01:19.65] | Yes, the killer lives. |
| [01:37.43] | The angels live inside me, I can feel them smile |
| [01:57.27] | their presence strokes and soothes the tempest in my mind |
| [02:11.48] | and their love can heal the wounds that I have wrought. |
| [02:22.28] | They watch me as I go to fall |
| [02:28.90] | well, I know I shall be caught |
| [02:33.05] | while the angels live. |
| [03:34.97] | How can I be free? |
| [03:37.35] | How can I get help? |
| [03:39.77] | Am I really me? |
| [03:42.10] | Am I someone else? |
| [05:21.33] | But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes of gloom |
| [05:25.98] | and Death' s Head throws his cloak into the corner of my room |
| [05:39.34] | and I am doomed. |
| [05:52.63] | But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youth |
| [06:01.59] | and solemn, waiting Old Man in the gables of the roof: |
| [06:10.78] | he tells me truth. |
| [08:18.56] | And I, too, live inside me and very often don' t know who I am |
| [08:36.13] | I know I' m not a hero well, I hope that I' m not damned. |
| [08:53.58] | I' m just a man, and killers, angels, all are these, |
| [09:03.92] | dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace |
| [09:14.89] | as long as Man lives... |
| [09:32.01] | I' m just a man, and killers, angels, all are these: |
| [09:42.34] | dictators, saviours, refugees. |