Once again I've figured out
That old enemy is playing in my mentals
And I opened the door and put on music
Like "here, I heard you like instrumentals"
Created a soundtrack while he works to destroy me
I was blinded by an illusion
Of what I wanted things to be
But now I realized that I opened that old playground back up
And I'm ashamed to admit it
But shame is the next trick to remind me
That this is the enemy's business
So I take the pain and shame back to God
While asking for forgiveness
Once again Lord, I'm broken before you