Share the Body
Silent Planet Lyrics

Watching from the bottom of a strangers mind - vicarious life chemical divide. The epidemic of our time: A voluntary genocide.
We see people from afar, disconnected from reality due to addiction and the societal problems that have arisen with it. Addiction is a disease that ultimately leads to the death of the individual, yet they choose to partake in it.

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.
Men and women succumb to addiction through their search for something more, yet their efforts only lead to more pain and desperation. The substance that once satisfied becomes a never-ending cycle of needing more, ignoring the risks and damage it causes until one is destroyed.

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.
The individual is stuck in a life where they cannot control their addiction, becoming a passenger instead of a driver. The pleasure they once felt fades away, replaced only by emptiness and pain. They become unsure of their identity, seeking answers through drugs and delusions, only to find a tidal wave of more questions and confusion.

Come shoot me up into the night.
An individual asks for escape through their addiction, seeking comfort in the darkness it brings.

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.
The addiction takes hold, becoming a part of the individual's identity, a shadow they cannot escape from. They know it damages them, yet they cannot help but continue to take part in it, allowing the substance into their soul and mind as a form of protection against feeling anything else.

All the hell in my veins can't dissipate the pain. All the hell in my veins won't wash away your face.
Even though the addiction brings a sense of relief, the pain of reality remains, and it cannot be washed away by the substance they take. The person they once were, and the memories of them, linger no matter how much they want to escape them.

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, at dusk, shake the need from our skin? Do I dare rattle the rust, corroding me 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.
The individual yearns for escape from the prison of addiction, wondering if they can break free from the hold it has on them and if they will ever find redemption. They feel guilt from the choices they have made, yet they continue down the path of destruction. They cannot help but feel that they were meant to be someone else, something more than what they have become, and a battle rages within them to change.

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.
Addiction takes over and becomes a form of worship, where every drug they take is a prayer, every high they feel is a sacrifice to their need for it. Yet, the addiction becomes a punishment in itself, where every action that was once thought of as a means of escape becomes a form of torment.

Incarnation of society: The face of evil is the face of need.
Addiction is a reflection of the brokenness in society, and while those who suffer from it are not truly evil, they are instead in the grip of an evil that is manifest in their need for their addiction. It is a need that becomes all-encompassing and leads to destruction.