Former Self - Icon Of Coil

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 loosing 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