No silence in my weary head, two separate voices, loud instead. One a whisper, soft and kind, the other a growl, a burning fire intertwined. Right here on my shoulders they reside, leaving me, nowhere left to hide. Caught between the darkness and the light, heaven's gentle whisper, and Hell's insistent might.
Oh, the plight, of a soul divided, an angel on my left, a devil on my right. The angel speaks of patience truth and grace, of turning cheeks and finding, my true place. The devil laughs, "Go on, take what you can seize, forget the morales, just enjoy the breeze". Not just good and evil, but desire and reason's call. But oh the toll they take, watching me stumble and fall. Will I ever stand on solid ground, or forever listen to this maddening sound. Yeah, an angel on my left, a devil on my right... Forever caught in this eternal fight. Whispering, screaming through the day and night... The plight... of being caught between the dark and light.