Don't let me fool myself, get too full of myself
gone crazy in my corner praying to God he'd let me rule myself
the consequence of disaster and disobedience to the heart
Falling down apologizing yet not knowing where to start
This is what happens, and what has happened before
I can not, I will not be a fool any more
so let my walls build higher, let me float to the heavens
Let me start over complete, let me be the number seven
Because I can't roam the earth half empty, and incomplete
Lord lift me from my torment, bring me to my feet
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, No malicious form of tools
but I never felt more vulnerable, to the weapon of the fool
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