Текст песни 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 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 drug starts to work
And this ain't me

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