I have a body and I have some eyes
Inside me there's an angel and a demon
And both of them are wearing a disguise.
They fill my head with thoughts that make me think
I try to find a way but I am lost
Inside a place I cannot help but sink
On waves of doubt I am forever tossed.
I have to keep reminding myself that
I am a human being and I'm here
No more or less important than a gnat,
I live a while and then I disappear.
But still at times I feel that I am more,
Could it be true or is conscience a flaw?