Talk a walk down memory lane
And survey your past
Take a long, hard look at yourself
And face the facts

There are scars, it would seem
That just won’t heal
And there is shame that won’t let go
Inner darkness and very real pain
That haunts you
Every time you’re passing through
Going down memory lane

Take a trip down memory lane
And take stock of your past
Reminisce on the good old days
But don’t unlock the bad

For there are scars, it would seem
That just won’t heal
And there is shame that won’t let go
Inner darkness and very real pain
That haunts you
Every time you’re passing through
Going down
Going down memory lane

I used to try to hide
Every time my closet door would open wide
And the skeletons would rattle my chains
And phantoms from my past
Would bury me in a sea of misery
And I would deeper sink into the miry clay
Under lock and key
Under lock and key, oh no

On the darkest night of my life
My whole life passed before my eyes
The writing was on the wall
And I didn’t like what I saw
And I lost the will to live anymore
And for me it did seem the only open door
Led to the balcony of the tenth floor
Then over the edge
From my living hell to second death
Where my torments
Would only be beginning

Then an unexpected thing happened
To me that night
To intercepting my endless flight
Down Deep South
I met a Man, more than a man
Who said He knew me
And that He alone could make me well

He said He’d overcome the world on my behalf
And that He’d conquered death
And that by the power of His Spirit He’d give me life
And then He asked, “Would I repent?”
Would I repent? Would I repent?
I said, “Yes, yes, yes …”

He reached down deep into my heart
Where no one had gone before
And touched me as only He can
More than any man or woman
And as He freed me from the pit
And from the jaws of the dragon, my nemesis
His perfect love cast out my fear
My life began anew
I’ll follow You who knows
The end from the beginning

It all comes out in the wash
And I’ve been cleansed from my sin
And I’ve been born again
And some may say I’ve been brainwashed
And I won’t disagree
My brain, my heart, my soul
Are being cleaned

From the pollution on the TV
From the media
Shoved down my throat twenty odd years
A force-fed diet of the evolution
Humanist manifesto
Mortal man’s philosophies
That draw a great fat zero

From pop psychology
From high anxiety
From all the guilt
The devil loves to heap on me
Now all I’ve got to say to him is
All I’ve got to say to him is
“Satan, oh Sata
Satan, get thee behind me.”

Take a jaunt down memory lane
Inventory your past
Take a long, hard look at yourself
And face the facts

There are scars, it would seem
That just won’t heal
And there is shame that won’t let go
Inner darkness and very real pain
That haunts you
Every time you’re passing through
Going down
Going down
Going down, down, down, down, down
Memory lane ...