The enemy's knocking at my door
Asking me if I want some more
Just as I try to turn away
He reminds me of games we use to play.
My demon depression suddenly appears,
Welcoming the enemy I've fought for years.
Darkening my heart, telling me lies-
The master of sin... smiles in disquise.
Old wounds burst open, bitterness grows,
My weakness strengthens - he sees, he knows.
Needing my God to settle the score,
The enemy's knocking at my door.