Lyrics Coma Noir - The Atlas Moth

Coma Noir

Entangled in the roots of a dying tree
No longer shall I follow the ghosts
Like a blind man chasing the lights down the cave
With eyes like coffins and heart encased in rust
I taste the gunpowder on her lips and the serpent’s touch
We shall testify to the breaking down as one
Our allegiance to this scorched earth as home
With eyes like coffins and heart encased in rust
I taste the gunpowder on her lips and the serpent’s touch
Suppose we not the ones
Who are damned to be damned
No longer do I fear what I’ve become
The bastard 'til the end, I am
We’ll ride the snakes to collect their heads
Take the child’s hand and lead them to high ground
If you wanna keep me down, you should slow me down
We are coma noir