Instinct

The further that I run the less I get away Memory is that from which there is no escape That night is dragging me deeper and deeper down And in a world of guilty souls I wear the crown Instinct has got the better of me Patience is dead and virtue is free I can't find my mind now she is gone I grabbed her hand and I said lead on One moonlit minute in a mirror of decay Held up by haunted hands that laid my love to waste I took a bite out of the apple of my eye It tasted like a dream in which I'm sure to die Instinct has got the better of me Patience is dead and virtue is free I can't find my mind now she is gone I grabbed her hand and I said Instinct has got the better of me Patience is dead and virtue is free I can't find my mind now she is gone I grabbed her hand and I said lead on