Many emotions trapped inside,
within this dead mans' vault.
For I have fallen short,
through my own fault.

No gun pointed to the head,
the choice is ours to make.
For there lies no excuse,
the guilt of our actions
is what we must take.

We go and blame it upon
the poor little Devil.
It’s time that we lay
it all on the level.

Don’t you see,
it’s no fault but our own.
Don’t you worry about it,
weakness is just shown.

For we must see
where we went wrong.
To stand our ground,
forever strong!

Just pray each day and night
and in the Lord be strong.
For when the temptation comes,
rebuke it to Hell,
where it rightfully belongs.