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 
We 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
And this ain't me...