Quicksand underneath your feet
Underneath the maker I will meet
Satan is slithering silently in my soul
Twisting what i thought to know
Changing memories to dreams
To further his plans n schemes
Hes nibbling at my heart and at my mind
He tries to flare some evil madness he finds
But I am too good for thee
And cast thy Satan our of me
For now on my soul shall always be
Filled with the brightest purity
