The air is like a coffin
Heading for the final straight
And I watch it all slip away
And I watch it all slip away
Into the jaws of another mistake
Scraping the dirt for one last chance
To prove it is not too late
Marching with no direction
Lost souls, no destination
(Terminate)
A thorn through to the bone
Cursed life to disown
Stinging from the voices that
Tell you you’re alone
Tearing up inside
The wolves are out to dine
Staring at the pieces
That were your life
Trapped in a tomb forgotten
Screaming for a last escape
And I watch it all slip away
And I watch it all slip away
I lost my mind along the way
You gave up believing in all I could say
In you I lost my faith
Marching with no direction
Lost souls, no destination
(Terminate)
A thorn through to the bone
Cursed life to disown
Stinging from the voices that
Tell you you’re alone
Tearing up inside
The wolves are out to dine
Staring at the pieces
That were your life
The sky fades to grey
Left calling out your name
Clawing from the dark
At peace with the past
(Terminate)
A thorn through to the bone
Cursed life to disown
Stinging from the voices that
Tell you you’re alone
Tearing up inside
The wolves are out to dine
Craving for the pieces
That were your life
Swedish post-metal giants Cult of Luna team up with Julie Christmas for a record that is brutal and deeply unsettling. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2016