There is a stranger inside of me,
Who deals in evil things.
This stranger's lips never cease,
To speak of deamon rings.

The stranger tries
To make me yield,
To drag me down
To the devils field.

To teach me to hurt.
To teach me to curse.
Sometimes I wonder,
Can this get any worse?

How long can I resist,
This whisper in my head?
My Lord, my Father! Rescue me.
My soul, it feels like lead.

What's the name of this enemy,
Who I must fight?
Help me my Jesus,
I must reach Heavens light.

In a moment of pain
It is revealed.
The name of the one
Of whom I must be healed.

It is me who has caused me
All of my pain.
Lord, don't let this lesson
Be given in vain.