Share The Body

Silent Planet

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    Watching from the bottom of a strangers mind
    Vicarious life, chemical divide
    The epidemic of our time
    A voluntary genocide

    He's wielding a needle, it's laced with ambition
    Set on finding forever or blacking out the friction
    She's clutching a bottle, conscripted prescription
    Deaf to my dissent, void of all volition
    Injecting fire straight into the veins
    Nothing will cauterize the wound where I remain
    Ingesting tiny stars one by one
    One by one, I come undone
    Passenger to my own life
    Trapped inside, fastened to the vice
    Fading out, fading away
    Burning in a bliss you can't sustain
    Am I a hedonist or solipsist?
    Barbiturate tourniquets drip, drip
    A sycophant's sea of delusion
    Drowning in an empty conclusion

    Come shoot me up into the night

    Blood moon: The shadow in my skin
    The window of my soul was sealed, but I'll still let you in
    Blood moon: Shiver through my mind
    Only the need is real, feel whatever I can to make sure I can't feel

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    All the hell in my veins can't dissipate the pain
    All the hell in my veins won't wash away your face

    So let us go then, you and I
    Watch the sky drift into sleep, etherized
    Collapsing stars, condemned to their cosmic graves
    Bleeding light for the gain of some far off race
    The fog hangs like thieves, there must be guilt in these streets
    Place your hand on my wrist, it's not like we'll be missed
    Do I dare shake the need from our skin?
    Do I dare rattle the rust, corroding me from within?
    The lechery, the treachery, oh, come, love, sit next to me
    This anatomy is built like tragedy
    Don't you know me by these scars?
    These marks where I are?
    I mean I am
    I mean I was
    I was supposed to be someone

    Blood moon: The shadow in my skin
    The window of my soul was sealed, but I'll still let you in
    Blood moon: Shiver through my mind
    Only the need is real, feel whatever I can to make sure I can't feel

    Every fix is a prayer
    Every high a sacrifice
    We worship desire at the altar of dependence
    I hit the bottom, then it hit me back

    Incarnation of society
    The face of evil is the face of need

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    Composition: Garrett Russell, Thomas Freckleton, Mitchell Stark, and Alex Camarena

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