Ms. Yin, meets Mr. Yang
Heaven and hell, it's a bang
I can hear the angels' sweet voices
But tempting is the devil's whispers
To whom shall I pray,
to blow the tedious night away?
To whom shall I listen,
to see the far glisten?

The angel promised a paradise,
told me to be kind and take each sacrifice
The sinister said, like the sun I will arise,
power and might, but you know the price

I admit, sometimes I'm losing hope
wanted to confess and talk to the pope
But then, an ill voice spoke
told me to get a rope or a dope
When I want an easy way out,
I listen to the ill voice, even in doubt
When my angel seems to abandon me,
In the darkness I flee

Is it immoral to stick to the dark side,
when fading is your guiding light?
Is it wrong to cling to the dark side,
when you find comfort in it and just want to hide?