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 the see things
I saw as i was crawling through the broken glass of my thoughts
I realized that i hate most everything i stand beneath my grave