S.I.N. (Supreme Instinct Numb)

In a garden where I was thrown against will
Pleasures, tastes and flesh all to my reach
The natural innocence added to the instinctive desire
Result in a natural reaction, experiment

I search quickly for what my instinct asks for
The hormones of your nature lead me to the flesh
Numb by this smell, touch, taste, swallow
The supreme instinct is quenched, this conspired

Guilty - was never said to be forbidden
Wrong - I could not know
Expulsion - my nature condemned me
Expulse - now I am real

Your end was my beginning
I now own my wills
Your sadism and disdain have strengthened me
The malicious garden is now mine