Icon Of Coil

I wanna taste you, feel you, make you hurt
I wanna taste your second skin, you're my sin
I wanna get to know you, inside and out
All I feel is the past, that is hunting us down
Collecting memories
Like pictures out of a book
I can't reach it, it's out of my range
There is nothing that makes any sense
Existence, no sense, only denial
Resist, refuse, remove, replace
Memory overdrive
I thought I had it under control
Despite the poison in my head
I thought I finally found my peace
Collecting memories