Going On The Instincts — текст песни (Osker)

You should see how ignorant you are being.
You wouldn`t know the first thing about me.

Right on command,
Sound of fire...

You assume I`m stupid,
And I`ve wandered off alone.
I`m no threat to myself,
Or you in your wheel chair.

Right on command,
Sound of fire...

For every inch,
There`s a mile.
Limits and lines
Are a matter of pride.
Where we are now,
Where we want to be,
The difference is unsettling.

Going on the instincts,
Going on the instincts,
The instincts.