This dark secret is hidden In a box. It's shut tight In a air tight vase. The voices are squirming They try to fight those ugly demons Who try to destroy your very soul. Stripping away at your self-esteem. Leaving you feeling worthless Not worthy of ever being trusted again. Condemning you for life. See nothing could get any worse My battle is not against flesh. But dark rulers of this world. We need to stand up And fight but with God's help we can see it through.