Текст песни Soft Fangs — The Light

It follows me around, like a dog that won't calm down.
Well I nearly lost my head, way back when.
And I remember something you said.

"Death is an idea, and it won't make a difference when you're not here."
Running around high on speed, you're convinced of everything.
But when the light comes, who will you see?

Are you unimpressed by the voices in your head?
Never asking permission before cutting in,
on a conversation about giving up.
There was an infinite difference and it tore us apart.

And death may seem ideal, cause you won't feel nothing
like you do right now.
And I know you're running scared, from an endless list of fears.
But when the light comes, turn around and stare.