Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Share the Body, artist - Silent Planet.
Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Song language: English
Share the Body |
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 |
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 (8) |
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» |