Manipulating whispers blowing so harshly in the wind
traveling a hundred miles per hour, trying to convince me it's a friend
Rising black waters along it's trail, pushing waves like a ship at sail
telling voluptuous lies from it's unfavorable lips, shooting lies like a 38 revolver
using every single clip....Aiming to cripple my walk, mute my talk....
my very soul it stalks....
kissing at me with it's cunning temptation, doing whatever it takes to ruin my
relationship with my creator...but I'm wide awake, my soul you shall not take
so make no mistake thinking you will win me over with your twisted lies...
Know that I will make my Father proud....Satan you can't have what don't belong to you...
my life is in the hands of it's rightful owner....the God of justice, God of truth, so Satan you can't
trick me into loving you...cause I hate EVIL just like my Father Jehovah do...