I feel temptation rising inside my silly mind,

My ego is haunting me with the bullet of a gun.

I've never been more miserable and its never been more true

That the scared soul is a demon's tool.

As I sit on the edge of my makeshift bed,

The fire burns a hole through my forgotten mind.

I've never been a sinner- - I've only sinned,

I've never been afraid of whats within.

Shall I take with me misery or regret?

Or shall I weather the storm out and hope for the best?

Through agony and defeat the line has been blurred,

Through this bullet, my illness will be cured.