I am not worthy, and the voice agrees 'you're not'.
Why should I think I might have a shot, you see I am not worthy.
This voice is in me and the more I try to drown it out,
all the louder it begins to shout until it's me that's worse for wear,
this voice that asks why I should care and tells me not to bother carrying the crosses, 'cause I haven't got a prayer.
Does fear of failure betray a greater fear of my success?
It's when I'm doing well the voice slips in and starts
pressing and grinding and goading me 'So you've been giving it your best? You've won a laurel, let it rest'.
Until I reach down deep to break the fangs from each and every quote, to cram that voice's words back down its throat.
Expose the big lie of trading fear for apathy.
I'm not listening. That's not me, it is not me. Then all is quiet, for the moment I am free.
But don't go thinking when it's gone it's never coming back.
'Cause when the cobalt sky melts into black and no one's there I hear the whispers.
We all have demons and they shadow us throughout our lives, with silver tongues that pierce our thoughts like knives.
It's a battle each and every day to keep the saboteur at bay
and have the strength to say 'To Hell with wicked angels and the self-defeating games they'd have us play'.