Our instinct is primordial
The animal inside us has no virtuous bones
No solemn thoughts when we act
The remarkable change possessed us
Unearthed us in the ruins of hope
We get carried away by the cloudburst
The turbulent whirlwind of delectation
And only when we think do we regret and seep
And these bones of virtue weep
And we\'re weak to desire, summer lust pouring
Lies pouring from the eyes of fools
When the truth is galvanized, we\'re born
Out of noble oaths, living in twisted fantasies
But we know, but we know
Time in an hourglass has to run out
One day the veil will slip
And we will turn around and walk the other way
Smouldering and breathless.