Silent Planet Terminal

Off the album Iridescent, available everywhere The hourglass is vacant. Sand turns to medication. You can fill me but I ll never be full. I m slipping to the seconds are contagious. Can you tell me if I m terminal Idol, Idle hands and naked hearts. What sleeps in our skin waiting to tear us apart I count the pills you count the time. There s never never enough to change my mind. Don t look back, Sea of the Dead I turned to salt in a hospital bed. I m shaking hands with stillborn clocks. I ll stare to the east until time stops. All these pills won t scratch the surface if the cancer s in my soul. Am I terminal Every day is an anesthetic; dying young just to grow old in this terminal. Holy a choir of swords sing us back to the desert into the dust of before. Tie me down, inhale the pure as smoke in your sacred fantasy. All these pills won