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