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Wipers - When It's Over

Heather Broderick and Nils Frahm – Westeynde

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, saviors, refugees
In war and peace
As long as Man lives
I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these,
Dictators, saviors, refugees

Ooh, yeah!
I did my time, and I want out
So effusive fade, it doesn't cut
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Packaging subversion
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts
Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done, it has begun
I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Oh, there are cracks in the road we laid
But where the temple fell
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new
But when we killed it all
The hate was all we had
Who needs another mess?
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
Now there's only emptiness
Venomous, insipid
I think we're done
I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
Fake anti-fascist lie (psychosocial!)
I tried to tell you, but (psychosocial!)
Your purple hearts are giving out (psychosocial!)
Can't stop a killing idea (psychosocial!)
If it's hunting season (psychosocial!)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial!)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!

There's a house with no door and I'm living there
At nights it gets so cold
And the days are hard to bear inside.
There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,
Falling through my head as I try to think out time.
I don't know you, you say you know me,
That may be so,
There's so much that I am unsure of
You call my name, but it sounds unreal,
I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure.
There's a house with no bell, but then nobody calls;
I sometimes find it hard to tell
If any are alive at all outside.
There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there
There's not much point in words
If there's no-one to share in time.
I've learned my lines, I know them so well,
I am ready to tell
Whoever will finally come in
Of the line in my mind that's cold in the night,
It doesn't seem right
When there's that little dark figure running
There's a house with no door
And there's no living there
One day it became a wall
Well I didn't really care at the time.
There's a house with no light,
All the windows are sealed,
Overtaxed and strained now nothing is revealed but time
I don't know you, you say you know me,
That may be so,
There's so much that I am unsure of
You call my name, but it sounds unreal,
I forget how I feel,
My body's rejecting the cure
Won't somebody help me?

Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up (hide the scars to fade away the-)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable, you wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little make-up, you wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up, you wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
Hide the scars to fade away the (hide the scars to fade away the shake-up)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable, you wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little make-up, you wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up, you wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
Father (father)
Father (father)
Father (father)
Father (father)
Father, into your hands I commend my spirit
Father, into your hands
Why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me, oh
Trust in my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die