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Tripping on the same old lie of mass confusion,

Laying lost and wounded only myself to blame,

This world wants a piece of me it wants to get even,

I cry to almighty God there's power in your name,

The lies,

Brought down to size,

You spare me pain,

Your strength remains,

I have no enemy but fear itself,

Gotta ask the question gotta ask myself,

Why do I sometimes not hear you speak,

Racing with the devil running short of breath,

The spirit's willing but the flesh is weak.