Silent Planet - Share the body

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

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Come shoot me up into the night

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
All the hell in my veins can’t dissipate the pain
All the hell in my veins won’t wash away your face

[Verse 3]
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 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

[Chorus]
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

[Ending]
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.”