There is a war, internally
An Angel and a Devil
Either side of me
So insecure, it's killing me
The Angel asks why
The Devil sees eye to eye...
...and I stand alone
Yet I know I'm not alone
But when the
Dark is blinding me
I focus on the pain
Don't know what for, but it's hurting me
Everything is turning
Black around me.
How to unwind, with disturbing dreams?
I can not concentrate
As I fall from grace
Now I hate myself.
But nobody can tell...
...that when the
Dark is blinding me
I focus on the pain
"Am I going insane?"
I question myself
So much on my brain
That no-one can tell
That when the
Dark is blinding me
I focus on all of the pain
And when the
Dark is blinding me
I focus on the pain
"Am I going insane?"
I question myself
So much on my brain
That no-one can tell
That when the
Dark is blinding me
I focus on all of the -
I focus on all of the pain
