Coma Noir - The Atlas Moth

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