Take great care with things that feel much too good
That's everything considered, understood?
Too much of most anything
Will form your own nose ring
An addiction that resists bein' subdued.

What's wrong with feelin' good, you well might ask
But do you need it daily to relax?
What was once just now and then
It's now how your day begins
Just feedin' the "Jones" becomes your life's prime task.

Friends ask each other, "What's your drug of choice?"
That's when it's hard to speak with your own voice
To guide you away from wrong
Pray to God to make you strong
A silent talk with Him makes you rejoice.

Don't try to resist Satan on your own
Only the power of God can be your stone
Your fortress never shaken
You'll never be forsaken
So chain your heart to God's eternal throne.