Terminal

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?

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

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 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

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

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

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

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