Blind Instinct
Peter Boone, Marc Ickx
Kneel before the idol
Burning incense on the bed
The object of your worship
Dressed in eases of contempt
Never thought you'd fall again
It's too late to repent
Don't know if you're Hell-bound
Or the spell is Heaven-sent
Blinded by the basics of a burning desire
Led by basic instinct, walking into the fire
Fashion turns to shambles
And the ashes fill your heart
The spell soon turned out to be a curse
A callous, altered heart
Fail to see the irony
The candle licks the flame
The spell hands you a blindfold
When you go back in again (in again, in again, in again)
Blinded by the basics of a burning desire
Led by basic instinct, walking into the fire
I know
Kneel