Ghost

There's a ghost in my head
And he sure sounds like me
And when he whispers, he speaks like I would speak
And it's much too easy to
Fall for all of his schemes
And break the jar on his feet
It's the lovely aroma of pride, it is so sweet
But that's the old me, 'cause
It's in my weakness that strength is made complete
It's in the dark that I shine
And when the ghost in my head cries victory
I know he's lying
So shine a light down on me
And let the truth come clean
I ain't always the man I claim to be
But my sin won't hold me, 'cause
It's in my weakness that strength is made complete
It's in the dark that I shine
And when the ghost in my head cries victory
I know he's lying
'Cause the old is gone and the
New has come and I
Am no longer a slave to fear
The old is gone and the
New has come and I
Am no longer a slave to fear
The old is gone and the
New has come and I
Am no longer a slave to fear
The old is gone and the
New has come and I
Am no longer a slave to fear
The old is gone and the
New has come and I
Am no longer a slave to fear
The old is gone and the
New has come and I
Am no longer a slave to fear
It's in my weakness that strength is made complete
It's in the dark that I shine
And when the ghost in my head cries victory
I know he's lying