Teksty: Icon of Coil. Former Self.

Decisions are few, although I've found my peace
Avoiding the dark, caressing the sun
Despised by your touch, prefer to be alone
Now lend me your soul, it seems like I'm losing mine

And this ain't me
Hold my self down with a knife to my throat
And this ain't me
Standing alone as the drugs starts to work

Filled by desire, I'm calm as a storm
Like a state of mind, it's someone you know
Too soon, too cold, this invitation
Now lend me your soul, I fall to damnation

And this ain't me
Hold my self down with a knife to my throat
And this ain't me
Standing alone as the drugs starts to work