Splinter - Void Of Vision

An envision of atrophy, vacant daydreams

There’s nothing to see

This will be the death of me

I fall apart at the seams, so fragile it seems

There’s nothing to see

I will be the death of me

All my life dissected no direction

Cut the wounds and swim through the infection

Living life upon my back, I twist, I turn, I relapse

Isochronic environment where quiet is violent

The silence is deafening, can’t hide it

Too little, too late

Ashamed from the cradle to the grave

Too much, too soon

Sit back chokin' up on my silver spoon

All my life dissected no direction

Cut the wounds and swim through the infection

Living life upon my back, I twist, I turn, I relapse

Isochronic environment where quiet is violent

The silence is deafening, can’t hide it

Too little, too late

Ashamed from the cradle to the grave

Too much, too soon

Sit back chokin' up on my silver spoon

No fucking end to this misery but the grave

Still singing my Melancholy melody

Down the barrel of a loaded gun

«Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on»

My violence