Through The Eyes Of The Dead - With Eyes Ever Turned Inward An image of me beneath my GRAVE what's gone wrong this time? just a step away from the dead silence bleeding in my head i found the corpse of my conscience locked away i'm speaking in static and pain but the faces do not respond to these things i say i was crawling through the broken glass of my thoughts i realized that i hate most everything I HATE MOST EVERYTHING i stand beneath my grave