I don't believe in Satan

But he believes in me

He is ever so patiently waiting

To sharpen his teeth

Praying on the blood and having 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

But when I get holy he starts planning

On how 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 will not 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