There's a demon on my left shoulder,
An angel on my right,
The angel wants to love,
The demon wants to fight.
What they don't know, or perhaps don't care,
Is that they're ripping me apart,
The demon holds my soul,
The angel holds my heart.
They both insist I listen to them,
They both insist they're right,
The demon pulls me to the darkness,
The angel to the light.
