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?
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 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
 Am I terminal?
 Burn the forest for the splinters
 Medicate the witch in me
 Drop the bomb and make it winter
 In this terminal