The Fight The struggle to win myself is eternal It pulls me down with promises of ecstasy It chains my soul, never truly letting go I love purity but I'm best friends with lust Crushing my soul into dust, this is the guilt that binds me Believing in freedom keeps me alive High hopes for these demons to flee But what if the demon is me, how will I ever be free Begging God to just pick me up and take me from this fight Bring me home to eternal light The city that shines with purity, its sings to my soul so lyrically Believing I'm away from my heavenly home I'm stuck here in exile Constantly on trial mile after mile Trying to get off this road called perdition Blinded by sin, I can't find the exit Waiting to be free from myself I'm like jackal and Hyde There's nowhere to hide so the devil offers me a ride Knowing he already fell, I run from Hell and look to Jesus Away from these thoughts and desires I run but they always catch me Telling me I'll never be free Heaven is a gift but it cost so much, seemingly lost by this evil touch This is my soul's starvation yearning for salvation But only knowing self gratification His blood is my cure, nothing else so pure It will drench my soul until these demons drown I will rise up and wear my eternal crown.