i don't believe in satan

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