Silent Planet – Terminal / (liminal)

Terminal / (liminal) Lyrics
Silent Planet – Terminal / (liminal) Lyrics

Intro: Garrett Russell
The hourglass is vacant, sand turns to medication
You can fill me but I’ll never be full
I’m slipping to sedation, the seconds are contagious
Can you tell me if I’m terminal?

Verse 1: Mitchell Stark
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 enough, never enough to change my mind

Pre-Chorus: Garrett Russell
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

Chorus: Mitchell Stark & Thomas Freckleton
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

Verse 2: Mitchell Stark
Holy wars, a choir of swords
Sing us back to the desert – into the dust of before
Tie me down, inhale the key
Pure as smoke in your sacred fantasy
Chorus: Mitchell Stark & Thomas Freckleton
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

Bridge: Garrett Russell
Burn the forest for the splinters
Medicate the witch in me
Drop the bomb and make it winter
Take my hand like surgery
Fly away, you’re white as snow
We only return when there’s nowhere to go
We only return when there’s nowhere to go
There’s nowhere to go in this terminal

Chorus: Mitchell Stark & Thomas Freckleton, Garrett Russell
All these pills won’t scratch the surface if the cancer’s in my soul
Am I terminal?
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

Outro: Garrett Russell, Mitchell Stark & Thomas Freckleton
Don’t look back, Sea of the Dead
I turned to salt in a hospital bed
I’m shaking hands with stillborn clocks
In this Terminal
Burn the forest for the splinters
Medicate the witch in me
Drop the bomb and make it winter
In this Terminal

Silent Planet

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