Tenth Avenue North

I've got voices in my head and they are so strong.
And I'm getting sick of this, oh Lord, how long will I be haunted by the fear that I believe.
My hands like locks on cages of these dreams I can't set free. But if I let these dreams die, if I lay down all my wounded pride...will I find that letting go lets me come alive?

So empty my hands
Fill up my heart
Capture my mind with you

These voices speak instead that what's right is wrong...and I'm giving into them, please Lord, how long will I be held captive by the lies I believe. My heart's in constant chaos and it keeps me so deceived. But if I let these dreams die, if I could just lay down my dark desire. If I let these dreams die, will I find you brought me back to life...

My mind is like a building burning down. I need your grace to keep me from the ground.

And my heart is just a prisoner of war...a slave to what it wants and to what I'm fighting for.