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