Lyrics:

Sitting in the dark, hearing voices
Voice of reason? Voices you know
Voice of truth? Waging a war at your demons
War at your impure thoughts
All your demons outnumbered by voices
Impure and outnumbered the danger in searching for a brighter light, is to find one where there is none
Your so called impure thoughts you have is nothing but proof you're alive
Murmurs you hear when you shut your eyes are nothing but a medical condition
The danger in searching for a brighter light, is to find one where there is none