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 vain 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 flout away with the tide In situations like these Feel the storm builds up inside Burn the infected wounds We caress our solitude Alone with serenity