Situations Like These

Icon Of Coil

serenity is the devil, we caress our solitude


conversations with silence...


a stick right through our mind


embraced by shimmering water,


we could die for a brief of the wind


slowly we suffocate in the vein of eternity





we've never been close to them


the distance is our shield


the texture of our bodies


an alliance of broken dreams





we'll float away with the tide


in situations like these


feel the storm build up inside


burn the infected wounds


we caress our solitude


alone with serenity