I don’t believe in Satan
But he believes in me
He’s ever so patiently waiting
To sharpen his teeth
Praying on the blood with faith in only what they see
I don’t believe in Satan
But he believes in me
He believes in me
He believes in me
He believes in me
He’s hiding in my weakness
Every lie and every sin
When I get holy he starts planning
On how to take me down again
He’s the father of temptation
He’s the master of deceit
I don’t believe in Satan
But he believes in me
He believes in me
He believes in me
He believes in me
I’ve heard him whisper in my ear
With his hands around my throat
Felt the barbs of his pitchfork pressing up against my soul
No, I won’t pledge allegiance to a serpent hanging on a tree
I don’t believe in Satan
But he believes in me
He believes in me
He believes in me
He believes in me
He believes in me
He believes in me
He believes in me