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