Instincts

Without a care, I walk through thunder
Throw caution to the wind
And how I fare, no it matters not to me
Inconsequential consequence

Bound by affection, I will hold you as I cower
The rewrite has begun I will lose to win this fight

No white flag, though my back is against the wall
No surrender when I fall
I have to last, no this body must endure
To protect all that is pure

Seas of sentiment will overflow

All the dreams I held, now let them go

A course correction, all ambition refined
Without remorsе I will bleed for my bloodline

Bound by affection, I will hold you as I cower
The rewrite has begun I will lose to win this fight

See the eyеs infatuating
Innate instincts activating
I'm resigned to abdicating
I feel myself fall from vanity

Immolating
Immolate me