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