| I swear this room is empty
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| But I can hear the voice
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| And eyes are crawling on me just like flies
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| Calling into question
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| Every thought and choice
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| Telling me that all I know is lies
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| Dejected and disgusted
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| I’m inclined to give it up
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| What’s the use? |
| Why go on? |
| It all means nothing
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| I’m starting to think I’ve been deceived
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| And there’s no reason to believe
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| And all has failed, there’s no relief
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| The tempting whispered thoughts of the Noonday Devil
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| Am I beyond redemption?
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| Sick beyond repair?
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| Is all this just a futile exercise?
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| If everything’s a failure
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| Then it’s more than I can bear
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| To stumble on in search of some false prize
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| Tear me down, use me up
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| Break my will, and watch me fall
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| Wear me out, let me go — the flesh… the flesh is weak
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| No! |
| I refuse
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| No! |
| I can do this
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| No! |
| I will fortify my will
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| Into an iron tower
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| I’ll put those thoughts out of my head
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| I won’t be given up for dead
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| I’ll focus on the road ahead
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| Get behind me now
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| Faith deserts us all sometimes
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| And demons infiltrate our minds
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| But I’m not gonna lose this time
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| I’m gonna break the back of the noonday devil |